Fran: I was just going out to get some fresh bagels.
Brighton: Yeah. Fran, we heard the fight last night, it happens your voice carries.
Fran: All the way to your bedroom?
Brighton: Yeah, to Michigan.
Fran: Alright, okay, it's true. Your father and I had a little tiff. But I don't want you kids to worry about it, at all. I mean, just because I spent the night at Ma's does not mean that we're going to be getting a divorce.
Grace: Oh then why did daddy call his attorney?
Fran: (shouting) What!?
Grace: Kidding. (Fran playfully pretends to slap Grace)
Maxwell: Darling please, you've kept me waiting for 45 whole minutes. This is torture.
Fran: (not in the room) No sweetie, torture is five years.