Northern Exposure

Maggie: I figured I could help with the dishes, being as they're mine.

Maggie: God is in the details, Fleischman!

Joel: (to Maggie) You're the Martha Stewart of the Yukon. You were born with a silver napkin ring in your mouth.

Joel: (wanting to contact a possible food-poisoning victim) His line was busy for over 2 hours! It doesn't make sense unless the guy's fallen and he can't get up.

Maggie: What's wrong? Joel: (trying to cook) Julia Child is what's wrong!

Marilyn: The radio didn't kill Edgar, Edgar killed the radio.

Mayor: The radio waves are public, so it makes sense to listen to what the public says about it. (calls on Walt, who stands) Walt: It sucks!

Draft-dodging Customs Agent: Enjoy your stay. Holling: I'm not staying.

Holling: Canada. I'd know that smell anywhere.

Walt: The Indians didn't recognize citizenship. They didn't know Canada from Alaska from Mexico, which is not to say they didn't slaughter each other like everyone else. It was some more modern genius who came up with drawing those lines.

Holling: "I remember!" Walt: Remember what? (Holling walks away

Walt: (Finding Holling by the river) I came to catch breakfast, what's your excuse? Holling: Just thinking. Walt: You couldn't find a warmer place to think?

Shelley: (unimpressed with her return to Canada) I just remember it...bigger.

Shelley: (about Quebec's motto, "I remember," which Holling didn't) What's that mean? Remember what? You can't even remember the motto!

Chris: Edgar Hankin has gone to a place where he never has to be upset or agitated or offended ever again. Sensitive and PC souls, cover your ears.

Chris: Cloudy today...don't let that get you down, though. Every cloud has a silver lining...not that, y'know, silver's important...

Chris: (about his erstwhile cellmate's radio) He was into that whole jazz fusion thing at the time. I tell you, enough Spyro Gyra and you're just hoping you get killed in a knife fight.

Chris: Innocently or not, I put the last straw on Edgar's back. I'm sorry Edgar, my friend. Mea culpa.

Chris: (about the dead taxidermist) His work will look down on us from the walls around town.