Once and Again

Lily: The beauty of gingerbread is that it can always be repaired. The cracks and mistakes are what make your house unique.

Zoe: They made it all up, didn't they. Grace: Sort of. Well, the part about the cookies anyway. Zoe: I can't believe how stupid I was. Grace: I was stupider. I believed in Santa Claus for, like, a really long time. Zoe: You did? Grace: Way longer than you. You know, you don't have to completely not belive in it. Zoe: I don't? Grace: No. You can believe in it, like, a little bit. That's what I did... for awhile. Zoe: I might do that.

Rick: I trust you. I do. And I'm happy that I trust you, because tomorrow is Christmas Eve and because you have frosting in your hair, and because I can't be angry at you, I just can't. So let's just... okay? That's all I came to say. Lily: I slept with Jake. Once. One time. A few weeks ago. And I don't know how it happened, and I am not sure that I even think it was completely wrong, but, um, I know that keeping it from you is just hurting my heart. And I can't be like that, I can't be like him and keep secrets. I can't. I mean, well, apparently I can, but I don't want to do that, not ever again. And I'm sorry, because I know that I've hurt you, and I know that this is the last thing you expected to hear, and you may choose not to forgive me. Rick: Well, you're right.

Jessie: I just have to find my other boot. Karen: Oh, missing footwear, how unusual. Rick: Well, that didn't stop Cinderella.

Judy: (to Lily, about Rick) Get him an emotion since he has just the one.

Zoe: That's what I really want for Christmas: snow. Well, that and lingerie.