Natasha: Did you tell the judge about our plan?
Lux: For us to get emancipated and move in with our boyfriends? No, I didn't mention that.
Bug: Living with two high-school dropouts probably wouldn't have helped your case much.
Gavin: Hey, speak for yourself. I'm gainfully employed, okay?
Lux: Oh yeah? What's the 401k plan at Voodoo Doughnuts?
Gavin: You know what? If your fancy new parents pay for you to go to college, you should major in bitch.
Ryan: (about Baze) You know, I still cannot believe you had sex with him. Not that I'm judging. I mean you, you should have seen the first girl I had sex with. Man. Jersey shore, underneath the pier. She had bangs up to here and she had these huge --
Cate: Look at this place!
Baze: Oh, you know what? It didn't seem to bother you the other night.
Baze: I'm guessing you didn't mention to your fiancée what happened between us.
Cate: The only thing between us is the lingering smell of your Axe Body Spray.
Cate: (to Baze) Do you have any idea how important this inspection is? Take the lotion off the nightstand, fix the smoke alarm, find a place for Lux to sleep. You know, just do whatever you need to do. We can't lose her because the social worker sees that you have the parental skills of a banana.
Ryan: You know, I still can't get over that hair.
Cate: I know, it's like my hairdresser is psychic. She knew that I got a kid, she made me a soccer mom.
Ryan: A hot soccer mom.
Cate: Hot, but dumb.
Lux: My room is amazing. But who are the Spin Doctors?
Cate: Um ... they, uh, they provided the soundtrack of your conception.
Cate: Sorry for putting that image in your head.
Math: So, what now? She's just gonna go back to foster care? That's it?
Baze: Dude, I feel bad enough without you making it worse.
Math: You have no clue how freakin' lucky you are. You have this amazing daughter. You're now forever linked to the most amazing woman on the planet.
Baze: Ah, timeout here. Are we talking about the same Cate?
Math: Everything isn't a joke, okay? It's one thing to make Cate deal with it when you were sixteen. But it's freakin' pathetic that at thirty-two, you'd make her do it alone all over again. Look around, Baze. No one's laughing but you.