Brothers & Sisters

Nora: Why don't you take Kitty's check? Sarah: Because that would be like diving into a lake... in the middle of winter... in Maine.

Sarah: I do believe in my company, Kitty. And if it doesn't work out, how many bedrooms do you have here? Kitty: Could you imagine? Sarah: Coop would break everything you own. Kitty: Coop? What about you and me? We barely made it to adulthood under one roof. Sarah: That's true. Thank God for summer camp, otherwise one of us would be dead. The other would be in jail.

Roger: If you have something serious to say, you'd better remove that hat. Nora: Does it look ridiculous? Roger: No, (he removes her safety helmet) you look adorable, actually.

Nora: (talking about Kitty) I told her to be tactful. Sarah: Come on Mom, Kitty doesn't do tact.

Kitty: (talking about Sarah on the phone) Not only did she treat my check like it had anthrax on it, she said some really hurtful things. Kevin: Like what? Kitty: Okay, like I was being condescending. Kevin: That's nothing. I say that all the time.

Nora: (to Saul about the architectural books) Roger is my problem. Condescending jerk. No more. I'm going to learn his lingo so when I tell him to stick his plans up his flying buttress, I'll know exactly what I'm talking about.

Nora: I thought this was just a book signing. Kitty: Yeah it is, but they're having a very fancy reception afterwards with press. What do you think I should wear? Do you think I should sell the sizzle or the steak?

Nora: (talking about her building project) I suppose I am inexperienced, Roger, but I thought we agreed on something warm and nurturing and cheerful. Roger: (to his associates) This is what happens when a client has a limited architectural vocabulary. They speak in cliches and naturally they expect a cliched design. Half our job as architects is to educate our client. Nora: I did not expect a cliche. Nor did I expect a cold glass tube pasted to the back of the house. Roger: It is not a tube, it is a tower. A warm, cheerful, nurturing tower. Nora: I suppose it is nurturing if you're a hot-house tomato.

Saul: Why are you so obsessed with my social life? Nora: Not obsessed. You're my favorite brother. Saul: Only brother. Nora: In this family, you never know.