Angela: Mother I don't - I don't understand it. I dunno how Tony gets the - the mashed potatoes so fluffy.
Mona: I think he cooks them first.
Michael: I thought we agreed, no working after dinner.
Angela: Well, I would have been through working before dinner if I wasn't so busy making dinner on your night to make dinner.
Jonathan: If you move, how are you going to teach me to throw spitballs?
Sam: Jonathan, we're in the same neighborhood, you're just in the poor section.
Mona: Angela, the only thing you know about a kitchen is that someone is in there with Dina.
Mona: (after handing out everyone their souvenirs from her Fort Lauderdale trip) Well, Michael, I had a present for you... but they wouldn't let me bring a stingray on the plane.