Dallas

Nancy Ann: Cally, you did a real nice job standing up for your man. But I want to give you a bit of advice because I like you. Cally: What kind of advice? Nancy Ann: Find yourself a good lawyer, honey, 'cause it sure as hell won't last.

Lizzie Burns: Nancy Ann, how much younger are you than Billy's first wife? Nancy Ann: Who knows? She was a dried-up old Texas matron. She deserved what she got. (Audience boos) Oh, you can boo if you want to, but it's a fact of life. Men don't go for a diet of prunes if they can have fresh plums. (Audience laughs) Lizzie Burns: Is that what they call it these days?

Miss Ellie: Hmm. Actress and model indeed. Ha! I can just imagine the kind of movies she was in. Clayton: Why, Ellie Farlow, how would you know about those kind of movies?

Lucy: I'm going to be on The Lizzie Burns TV show. Bobby: You're kidding? Lucy: Nope. They're doing a series of shows on the Texas rich. And tonight's segment is on inherited wealth and how we inheritors spend it. Bobby: Well, you are an expert on the subject.

Patrick: I'm sorry, J.R. I had no idea your wife was so resilient. J.R.: Knelman, you're supposed to be the best in the business. And you blew it. Patrick: The reasonings of the human mind can not always be predicted. J.R.: Don't give me that psycho babble stuff. I'm paying you big bucks. Now, you hypnotize her or tranquilize her or do whatever you have to do, but get that woman out of my house.

J.R.: Hmm, you haven't met Ms. Rogers. She's the kind of woman a man likes to see kneeling at his feet begging for mercy. Serena: One of your specialties, I'm sure. J.R.: She's playing some sort of game with me. What she doesn't know is, I don't play by the rules.

J.R.: And Barnes gets this silly little grin on his face when he thinks he's got me. I wanted to reach across the table and just punch his lights out. Now, you've got to help me find those files so I can nail that little gnat.