Dirty Sexy Money

Lisa: I was just thinking of this time in college when me and my roommate drove all night to go there, and when we finally made it, it had been sold and torn down. There was nothing left. That's how I feel about us right now. You know... we could drive all night and try and get back what we had, but it's gone. It's just... gone.

Patrick: (talking to Jeremy) See you in the office, first thing Monday. Nola: We'll see about Tuesday.

Andrea: I'm dying, Brian. You have to learn how to communicate with him. Even when it's hard, especially when it's hard.

Brian: Ever since I met you... I've felt drawn to you, so much that it makes me friggin' hate you sometimes, because I don't like needing anybody. But I do need you. I do. You're the mother of my son. And I want you to be my wife.

Lisa: Jeremy, I am here to make my husband jealous, not to get you aroused, got it?

Brian: (talking to Brian Jr.) Well that's what you get for eavesdropping, Rumsfeld-- inaccurate information.

Brian Jr.: You shouldn't play with fire. Brian: Who the hell are you, Smokey the bear?

Nola: Does the name Billy Carter mean anything to you? Roger Clinton? Your brother is a piece of baggage you cannot take on this trip to Washington. Patrick: He just needs some direction in life. Nola: Okay, the only direction he needs is out the door.

Patrick: Um, Nola, any suggestions for how to get O'Connell back to the table before we lose another 100,000 jobs to California? Nola: Get a new father.