Jack & Jill

Barto: Stop, stop, I am so close to sixth grade I can feel the zit coming in right here.

Audrey: The kid got a little free with his hands. Barto: Tropic of Cancer? Audrey: Capricorn.

Jill: Tiramisu? You made tiramisu? Jack: I made... a trip to Dean and DeLuca and bought tiramisu.

Elisa: How did Jill take it? Jack: Very calmly... at least, he will when I actually tell him. I'm thinking of cooking for him tonight. Elisa: Yeah. Jack: In a G-string.

Audrey: It was the freakiest thing. I look up and the three of them are standing outside the studio window drooling like dogs watching a pork chop.

Mikey: How's the dinner rush? Emily: Uh, not really a rush, more like a determined waddle.

Emily: I figure if I take care of other people's kids, I'll feel less urgency to make my own, you know.

Mikey: You wanna say yes? Barto: Would I be chatting you up in the men's room if I didn't? Mikey: What else can I say? Vaya con dios. Barto: Gracias, amigo.