Dallas

J.R.: Contracts were made to be broken, honey, but a handshake is the law of God.

Liz: (on Cliff) The higher he climbs the more insufferable he becomes. He's more lovable as a loser than as a winner.

Bobby: I am giving up the fight, J.R. You are daddy's son. You are Jock Ewing right now. J.R.: Well, in that case, Jock Ewing wants you working right alongside him. Bobby: No, I belong here on the ranch. Maybe there's more of mama's Southworth genes in my blood than daddy's. The oil business is all yours, big brother. You've earned the right to daddy's throne.