Brothers & Sisters

Justin: I want you to fill the prescription. Nora: Okay. I already called it in. I just have to pick it up. Justin: Of course you did. What a surprise.

Tommy: What are you talking about? Julia: William's death. You pressured me to go to the vineyard that day. And at the hospital, I'd just had the babies, I needed some time, and you kept pressing me for a decision, and I didn't know what to do, so you decided... Tommy: That is not true, Julia. We decided together. Julia: I know, I know, I know it's crazy, I do, okay, but I can't help it. I blame you, Tommy. I want to get past this. I think if I go away, I can put it in perspective. Tommy: You think. Julia: I need this, otherwise we're not going to make it.

Nora: I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at everyone else. I'm still mad at Justin for signing up. I'm mad at his dead father for letting him go even when I begged him not to. Even last year, even with William's death, amidst it all there was always this sense of reason to it. But not with this. This time, there's only pain. That's why I want him to take his medication. The only good that will come out of any of this is when it finally stops.

Tommy: If you weren't here as a buffer, I would wrap my nine iron around his neck. Saul: Do it now, and I'll spot you three strokes. Ben: (hitting ball) Yes! That's what I'm talking about. You boys are going down. Saul: Yeah. (aside to Tommy) Make it four. Ben: (to Tommy) Buck up, son! We'll find something you're good at.

Saul: Why couldn't we go to a nice museum? Tommy: I know, you hate golf. Saul: I don't hate golf. I loathe it, I despise it. I would rather spend all eternity at a dinner party seated next to Britney Spears than waste an afternoon lugging clubs around with a bunch of overfed, overprivileged Arnold Palmer wannabes, but for you, I'll swallow it.

Robert: You gave up honesty the day you accused me of screwing the nanny. Courtney: Well, I don't know what happened. You refuse to talk about it. You refuse to talk about anything, except your career, when you were even here, which was rarely. Robert: So you're going to go on television and play the victim and search for a book deal. It is so cynical. I am asking you... Courtney: What if you don't win the nomination? You taught me that timing is everything, and it's a good story.

Officer: (about Scotty) He also called me "Little Miss Officer," your honor!

Officer: I stopped Mr. Wandell, who was in a rusted orange 1972 Ranchero missing a tail light. Kevin: And you stopped him for the tail light? Officer: And felt that, because of his demeanor and his breath, alcohol had been imbibed recently. Kevin: What was his demeanor? Officer: A lot of catty backtalk.

Scotty: I've been trying to be a grown-up. Kevin: Yeah, it's hard work, isn't it.

Robert: I've got a plane to catch. Kitty: Honey, it's your plane. They're not going to be leaving without you.

Nora: I'm old enough to know that, when life does something this horrible to you, there are no rules as to how to get over it. You just have to do whatever you can, anything you can, to make it better. Justin: Ma, I can't, okay? "Anything" is not an option for me.

Justin: All right, tell me: What's the fastest way out of this conversation. Nora: By having it.

Tommy: So your parents just showed up? Julia: We don't always know when your family is stopping by. Tommy: Yeah, but at the end of the night, my family goes home.

Kitty: How do you manage to smell so good, even in the basement of a chemical plant? Is there some sort of presidential after-shave you're wearing, you smell like a power devil. Robert: Power devil? Is that like a Tasmanian devil? Because I think I shot one of those once.

(Kevin puts on a meditation CD while Justin's in the bathtub.) Kevin: It's a well known fact, meditation can minimize pain. Justin: The only thing you're minimizing right now is my testosterone level.

Kevin: Looks like you really got your life together. I guess I can't tease you anymore. Scotty: Oh, please. Never stop teasing. Kevin: It's gonna take a lot of meals like this to pay your legal bills, sir. Scotty: That's fine by me.