Dallas

J.R.: I know that Cliff Barnes is trying to steamroll you people into believing that Ewing Oil was guilty for that collision. And I just wanted to thank you so much for not buying that garbage. Middleton: All the facts aren't in yet. When they are, I'll see if his garbage is worth anything. J.R.: Well, garbage is garbage, especially when it's coming out of a mouth of somebody like Cliff Barnes.

Lucy: Cally, what's wrong? Cally: He lied to me, Lucy. All the promises he made, all the times he told me he loved me. They were nothing but lies. Lucy: Let me guess, does this liar's initials begin with J.R.?

Diana Farrington: Are you sure you're not here to persuade me to see Cliff's side of things? McKay: I'm sure you're going to find Weststar innocent. But based on facts, not on forceful persuasion. Cliff: Hey, look, I'm not shoving bamboo shoots under her fingernails. McKay: Aren't you? Cliff: No, we're just having lunch. Diana: He's saving the bamboo shoots for dessert.

James: Now this, I can do. Michelle: Ha. Bet you didn't learn those moves in military school. James: Maybe a little of Europe rubbed off on me after all. Michelle: Oh, ho. Viva La France. James: Hey, you know what they say: "Make love, not war." Michelle: Two million Frenchmen can't be wrong.

John Ross: (to Christopher) And I'm really glad I don't have to hang out with you anymore, you little drip. J.R.: John Ross, we're having a nice evening at home. John Ross: We don't have to take him with us, do we Dad? J.R.: Ah, John Ross, we'll discuss this later. John Ross: No way, I won't take him. He's a tag-along, geeky creep. Christopher: Well, you're pond scum and toe jam mixed together. Bobby: You two want to go straight to bed? John Ross: He's too young to go with us. Why don't you go upstairs and play with your dolls?

John Ross: Dad, maybe James can get you a motorcyle, too, and the three of us can go out riding together. J.R.: Well... John Ross: James is a real neat guy, Cally. You should see the four-wheeler he got me. Christopher: You mean he got you a little red wagon? Whoopee.

Clayton: Well, Ellie got a call from a fellow who owns a boarding house in Pride. It seems something happened in town and he wants the new owner to have a look. Lucy: Oh, what is it? Miss Ellie: He wouldn't tell me. He said I had to take care of it. Lucy: Well, I hope it's not another family Grandpa rescued in Europe. They'll all be moving to Southfork. J.R.: That's fine by me, Lucy. We'll give 'em your room. Lord knows it'll be put to better use.

J.R.: Bobby, what difference does it make? The Faraway Hill's captain is a drunken sot with a lousy record ten miles long. Bobby: Then let him tell us that. J.R.: What are you talking about? Bobby: I think maybe it's time we paid Mr. Bouleris a visit. Employee: You mean you haven't talked to him yet? He's a key witness. J.R.: Ha, the only thing that man ever witnessed was a bunch of pink elephants dancing around inside his head.

Michelle: So not everyboy agrees with you? Cliff: There are a couple of 'em that are kinda thorns in my side. You know, always asking questions and wanting proof. But they're gonna see that Ewing Oil is guilty. Michelle: That is a shame. Maybe they have a connection to Ewing Oil you don't know about. Cliff: Diana Farrington and George Middleton? Ha ha. No, she's been on every save the whale committee. He hires the handicapped for his stores. I mean, they're such bleeding hearts, I mean, I can't believe they're not hemophiliacs.