Dallas

Michelle: Sorry, J.R., your little bluff isn't going to work. I'm in the catbird seat, and there's nothing you can do about it. Now, will you please get the hell out of here? If you make me mad, I might not invite you to the wedding. J.R.: Don't try on any weddin' dresses just yet, honey.

Michelle: If you're here to apologize for torpedoing my deal with April, forget it. J.R.: Well, people who know me better know I never apologize.

Stephanie: I can handle Mr. J.R. Ewing. Cliff: That's your first mistake to think that you can handle him. I have no doubt but what you're the best at what you do. But I assure you, you have never come across a J.R. Ewing. Stephanie: You almost sound as if you admire him. Cliff: I admire him as I do a poisonous snake. They can kill so quickly.

J.R.: You're not thinkin' of doin' anything illegal, are you, Mama? Miss Ellie: J.R., I need your help, not a lesson in morality. J.R.: Oh, well, I'm not sure if I'm flattered by that, but I'll see what I can do.