Dallas

James: And Phil Simms lets a long one go. John Ross & Christopher: Phil Simms? James: John Ross, the idea is to catch the ball. John Ross: That's not fair. Phil Simms plays for the Giants. James: So? Christopher: We play for the Cowboys and only the Cowboys... James: (to Cally) Now, why would they want to be a team with the worst record in football?

Cliff: Oh, my God! Bobby: So it's not my imagination. Cliff: Well, if it is, we're both hallucinating. She is the spitting image of Pam.

Sheryl: Girl, he is interested in you. Jeanne: Sheryl, let's face it, I am a middle-class Dallas girl who's been driving used cars all of her life. I'm not exactly what you would call a prime catch, especially for somebody like Bobby Ewing. Sheryl: Would you stop that right now? Look at Craig Keiffer. He was captain of the football team in high school. He was gorgeous, smart. He was interested in you. Jeanne: He was interested in my biology notes. Sheryl: So... if Bobby Ewing wants your biology notes, who are you to turn him down?

Cliff: But I'm tellin' you, J.R.'s not off the hook. I'm watching him. He makes one mistake, he and Marie Antoinette can compare notes.

Cally: I know this sounds old-fashioned, but I like taking care of J.R. I wanted to be married to him, not my painting. James: Yeah, I wanted him to be my father, not my boss. Cally: I won't be another Sue Ellen. I won't!

Stephanie: Poached red snapper and no dressing on the salad. Cliff: That's it? Women, all alike, always on a diet. Here, okay, I want cheddar cheese and bacon potato skins, sour cream on the side, Cattleman's steak, rare, french fries, no ketchup. Uh, I'll check out the dessert tray later. Debbie: Of course. Cliff: Scotch, I need more Scotch, dear. (to Stephanie) So, where were we? Stephanie: Well, I was just about to get you an Alka-Seltzer.

J.R.: (about Blackie) Oh, I knew that old rascal would be around somewhere. Sly: J.R., are you sure about this? This guy's pretty old. J.R.: Never underestimate the elderly.