Once and Again

Judy: Well, at least I come from a rich literary tradition of lonely Ramen-eating aunts.

Rick: Maybe it's biology. We don't worry the way women do because we don't know what it's like to carry a child. Just like they don't know what it's like to carry... I'm looking for some kind of sports analogy.

Lily: I called three times, but I felt bad about it, so I went to the gift shop and bought Zoe a monkey.

Grace: I tried on mom's sweater and a I look like a marshmallow. Judy: Gracie... Zoe: I like marshmallows.

Rick: Karen used to keep this running list of all the things a toddler could fit into an electrical outlet. What was it? Comb handle... Karen: Nail file, screwdriver, tweezers, pen cap, fork handle... Rick: As if knowing all the possibilites meant that she could never be surprised by something she didn't know could fit in there.

Lily: Can we make a rule in bed not to mention the names of our children or exes?

Judy: We're trying to decide what Gracie should wear to this party tomorrow, but your closet is making me sad.

Judy: Oh no, not the khaki one, it's so Kennebunkport.

Rick: Why do I feel, sometimes, that I'm just pretending to be his father?

Grace: I hate you. Judy: You don't hate me. I'm not your mother.

Grace's friend: How can people with such good bodies be so nice? Grace: They don't even want us there. They're just being nice because his dad's doing it with my mom. It's like a mercy invite.

Lily: When I'm away from the kids I'm always thinking the house is gonna blow up. Especially when Judy's with them.