8 Simple Rules

Bridget: The good thing is it's an easy A and it helps me qualify for the trip to Washington when I'm a senior. Kerry: That trip is so cool. Bridget: Yeak I know. Rachel Dunlevy got mono on it last year.

Kyle: Oh, we're just together for the baby. Paul: Wait! What?! Hold the phone!

Paul: Cate, how about we try for another baby...OK Let's think about it.

Kerry: You lost me? Cate: No honey. We didn't lose you. Your father did.

Bridget: Well, I'm too tired. Oh, and I don't care (pokes the flour bag with the bottle).

Bridget: This is much worse than a real baby. We have to do everything: Change his diaper, feed it... Cate: Yeah, whereas a real baby you can pretty much leave in a pasture.

Bridget: I hate men for doing this to us. I'm never going near another man again! Paul: Alrighty then.

Rory: (carrying the sack of flour) Come on little guy. Let's get out of here. Baking's for girls. Cate: Rory, that's the stupidiest thing I've ever heard you say. Some of the world's greatest chefs are men. Rory: So is half of the Ice Capades.

Paul: (picking up the sack of flour after Kerry used some for baking): Is this baby losing weight?

Paul: (about the bottle) You have to test it first. Bridget: But I'm sleepy and oh yeah I don't care!

Rory: It's just nice not to be the youngest for a change. Kerry: Welcome to middle childhood, it's a real picnic. Rory: You're right I'm feeling neurotic and ignored already. I think I'm gonna go cry for no apparent reason!

Paul: Well if it isn't mister absent teen father. Kyle: Will you please stop calling me that? Bridget: Well you are the reason we're stuck with this baby. (imitating Kyle) Come Bridget, let's take the class. Everybody's doin' it. You know, no guys will even look at me now because I'm carrying your sack of flour.

Cate: Bridget, the baby never goes away. Kerry: Unless she leaves it in the men's department. Paul: An hour later we found you. Kerry: An hour?!

Bridget: I hate this. I have no life. I'm in hell. Cate: Boy that takes me back.

Bridget: This is ridiculous. How am I suppsed to raise a bag of flour? Kerry: Add yeast.

Paul: (about Bridget's flour sack baby) Let me see this. Pale, doughy, built low to the ground. At least he's Irish.

Cate: The hospital is doing something to fight child hunger. It's called the Great American Bake Sale. Kerry: Great idea. Then we can create world peace with a kissing booth.

Bridget: Spare us the trip down memory lane.

Bridget: It's not a little tyke it's an ingredient.

Paul: Oh come on! Don't tell me your not all naming it too!

Rory: I had flour in one hand, and milk in the other, when the thought came to me. Eggs!

Paul: Rory, you're baking cookies? Rory: Big cookies. Man cookies. Cookies with nuts.

Bridget: I'm a terrible fake mother.