Dallas

James: I've got your release papers right here. J.R.: Yeah? What's going on? James: Oh, there's another paper you have to sign first. J.R.: What are you up to, boy? James: Just sign this property settlement and I'll take your release papers to the office. I'll pre-date it, just like you did. J.R.: Why, you little turncoast. You're no son of mine. James: Obviously, I am. I'm doing exactly what you'd do.

James: You really think of everything, don't you? J.R.: Well, if you wanna be where I am, you have to. James: Yeah, well, right now, where you are is a high-security sanitarium.

Dr. Wexler: You know, we've never really discussed your paranoia? J.R.: What paranoia? Dr. Wexler: This feeling that people are out to get you. Did you feel that way about your wife? J.R.: What the hell are you talking about? Dr. Wexler: What is it that people are trying to do to you? J.R.: They're trying to take Ewing Oil away from me. Hell, they all hate me! Is that paranoid?!

Keller: (whispering) I bet you're gonna sneak out again, just like last night. J.R.: You saw me? Keller: Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anybody. But I think you should buy a shawl. J.R.: (sighs) God, blackmailed, even in here.

J.R.: Oh, my God, it's morning! I gotta get out of here. Anita: No, don't go. I'm getting in the mood again. J.R.: When aren't you in the mood?

Liz: You have a one-track mind. Cliff: I'm talking about you staying in my guest room with no strings attached. Liz: And I'm talking about your obsession with money, not sex. Cliff: I thought you told me cheap men turned you on.