7th Heaven

Ruthie: Stop acting like you know more about my family than I do. T-Bone: Maybe I do. Ruthie: No, you don't! T-Bone: Well, I know that your father is critically ill. Ruthie: Yeah, but he's not going to die. He's not. T-Bone: Okay. I certainly hope not. I mean, I don't want anything to happen to him, but he's walking around with a bad heart. Ruthie: You think I don't know that? T-Bone: I think you don't act like that. Ruthie: I don't act like it because it would be a burden on him. T-Bone: And it's not a burden acting as if you don't care? Ruthie: I do care. He knows I care! T-Bone: How? Ruthie: I mean, I showed up, didn't I? T-Bone: You had to. Ruthie: I wanted to! T-Bone: Well, I think that would be news to everyone. Ruthie: Well, I mean, everyone should just understand that it's not easy coming back under these circumstances. It's hard. I mean, I love my dad, but I have to leave every morning, knowing that I may never see him again. T-Bone: But you didn't even say good-bye to him this morning!

T-Bone: So am I supposed to act like I know you or not? Ruthie: Or not.

Woman: (to Jane) Reverend Camden says you're the talkative one, so you must be the one who likes children. (looks at Margaret) Margaret: I do. Woman: Would you be interested in mine? (Margaret looks shocked) I mean, Reverend Camden suggested that you might make a great nanny, and I'd be willing to pay a lot of money. A lot of money. I don't want to send Georgina back to daycare, and well, I have to go back to work. I have to. We have this family business, and--well, would you? Margaret: YES! I mean, yes, I would love to, I really would! I'm gonna try to go back to school, but I can take classes at night, or on the weekends.....or online, even! And in the meantime, we could be such great friends. I love the park, I love animals, I love to read books and watch the same videos over and over. And I can make odd things out of play-dough, and I love playing dress up and braiding hair, and I know how to make cookies from refrigerated cookie dough-- Woman: Hired!

T-Bone: You came back from six months in Scotland as quite the self-centered, I'm-better-than-everyone-else, I'm-smarter-than-everyone-else-pain-in-the-neck, didn't you? Ruthie: You can't talk to me like that! T-Bone: Oh, I sure can. I actually just did. And I'm not finished. You better wise up. Your dad is seriously ill. Ruthie: Yeah. My dad. Not your dad, it's my dad. It's not your family, and it's none of your business. T-Bone: What was that, a threat? Ruthie: Maybe. What are you gonna do about it? T-Bone: I'll tell you what I'm gonna do about it. (grabs her and kisses her)

T-Bone: (to Eric and Annie after just secretly kissing Ruthie) Thanks again for daughter-- (surprised look on his face) dinner!!!

(talking about Eric going to try on a kilt ruthie had sent him from Scotland) Sam: He's brave, David: And funny, Sam: And smart, David: And kind. Sam: I just hope he has good legs. David: I just hope he has a good heart.