Jill: Well, now your hubby pursued me. He begged me to show him what it felt like to be with a real woman.
Gloria: That's a lie.
Jill: You wish!
Gloria: You filthy tramp!
Jill: You are a mental case! What is wrong with you?! Get her off of me!
Jeff: What, and ruin all the fun?
Gloria: Shut up! What?!
Jill: Fun?! You find this amusing?
Jeff: Well, yeah, all we need is a vat of mud.
Michael: Well, it's been quite a day. Fenmore's a happy camper. And Eden is, you know, surviving being arrested with little or no trauma. Gloria, believe it or not, is no longer a felon.
Lauren: Oh, my god. Everything's good. Boy, this makes me nervous.
Michael: Well, yeah. Yeah, I know, right?
Michael: I mean, I don't wanna jinx it, but wouldn't it be wonderful if we could have a happy, sane, wonderful life for like a nanosecond?
Michael: Gloria, I don't care about the money. I just want you to stay out of trouble.
Gloria: Yeah, well, don't worry about that. I never wanna see the inside of a jail again.
Lauren: Can I get that in writing?
Annie: I could've gotten the groceries.
Clint: Your job is to stay here and babysit.
Annie: Mary Poppins I'm not.