Ed

Shirley: He's a dreamer, that Lloyd.

Lloyd (asking Ed to hit him): Squash the noggin, damnit!

Mike: Mark, if you don't do something, and do it now, you're going to die.

Ed: That's it, Lloyd. This time, I'm walking away.

Jim Vanacore (trying to convince Mark to play Santa): Vanacore men have a long tradition of wearing the red and whites in this town.

Molly: Who'd even want ten lords a-leaping?

Shirley (complimenting Mark on being Santa): You inhabit the role with a breezy confidence.

Warren (to Mark): What am I supposed to do, shut up and watch you kill yourself?

Lloyd: You like that I'm the screw up brother... You really don't like me, Ed, and that's ok, because I'm not that crazy about you either.

Ed: On some level, Carol and I will always love each other.

Ed: Are you charging him with something or are we going to sit here and play mahjong?