Yvonne: ...and I will continue to love you, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live... and even beyond that, baby, because my love for you will never die.
Darryl: Yvonne, you are my friend, my lover and the mother of my children. Twelve years ago you married a boy and you helped him become a man. You're the other half of my soul. You're the angel that lights my way. You're my reason for living, girl.
Mrs. Hughley: Do you hear our boy? He loves her so much he's turning into Lionel Richie.
Darryl: Yvonnie wants us to get along, so why don't you apologize to me for being such a jackass for all those years, and I'm gonna be the bigger man and just accept it.
Mr. Williams: Okay, here goes. You know, I once had a chance to kill you in your sleep and I didn't. For that, I'm sorry.
Darryl: You know what, James, you're a sour mean old troll, that's what you are.
Mr. Williams: Who are you callin' a troll?
Darryl: You! And if the bridge fits you should live under it.
Yvonne: Now just come on up to bed because you know I can't sleep without you next to me.
Darryl: All right, if I must. The things a brother got to do for love...
Yvonne: I'm not going to make the same mistake I made the first time we got married.
Darryl: What? Mix deviled eggs and tequila?
Dave: I was gonna write you some poetry too but there isn't anything pleasant that rhymes with 'Sally.'
Sally: Oh, Dave, there are Mexicans on our lawn. How sweet.
Darryl: I'm just saying, that pill your momma gave him looked a lot like a Tic-Tac to me.