Dallas

J.R.: Oh, Cally, I never loved that girl. It didn't mean anything to me. And it was a long time ago, darlin'. Sue Ellen and I had split up and, well, to tell you the truth, April seduced me. Cally: What about Vanessa, J.R.? That was a long time ago, too, wasn't it? How many more "long time agos" are going to pop out of the woodwork at me?

J.R.: Bobby's a lucky man. But, then again, he always did get whatever he wanted: the pretty girls, the profitable oil company. April: What's this about? J.R.: Oh, my good and decent and kind little brother. Everybody's favorite. Hell, he makes Mother Teresa look like Genghis Khan. April: Well, you should know. You make Genghis Khan look like Mother Teresa.

Bobby: Cliff, are you sure you're ready to be back at work? Cliff: Bobby, look, give me a break. I'm telling you, I'm ready for business. You got a contract you wanted sign, show me the dotted line. You need a telephone call made, I'm dialing. You need someone to stab J.R. in the back, I'm your man.

Alex: (about Cally) Tell me, is she really as sweet and naive as she seems? Lucy: Actually, she's even sweeter and more naive. Alex: Then what the hell is she doing with J.R. Ewing?

J.R.: Bobby, I'm here to tell you, I am tired of playing in the minor league oil business, satisfying all of our minor league friends. Hell, we deserve better.