Dharma & Greg

Dharma: Fergus. Like fungus with an 'erg.'

Prospero: I'm going to teach the boy about his African heritage. Greg: Oh, we were going to do that. Prospero: So you have a drum? Greg: No. Prospero: Then you weren't going to do a very good job, were you? Greg: Guess not.

Kitty: So what's next? We all move to the moon and farm broccoli under some big glass bubble? Fine, fine, just tell me what to wear.

Abby: If you are near a forest or a wooded area we need moss.

Dharma: Why didn't you have any more kids? Kitty: I couldn't have any more after Gregory. Dharma: Oh really? I'm sorry, why? Kitty: It hurt too much. Smart women never forget that kind of pain.

Sean: You want injustice? You try getting a record contract. Jane: That's not injustice. You suck.

Kitty: Where is the baby? Dharma: I left him with Edward. Kitty: Oh, are you out of your mind? Haven't you ever felt that dent in Gregory's forehead?

(Dharma hugs Kitty) Kitty: Oh, dear God, what is she going to do to me now?

Kitty: My son marries a woman he's known for one day, moves into a building I wouldn't store my coats in, his mother-in-law talks to plants, and his father-in-law hears them talk back.

Dharma: Guess who put on a bra for you!

Dharma: Your body is your temple, but it is also your dance hall and your bowling alley.