Hank: Party? What party?
Evan: The one I'm throwing her today. (speaking about Paige)
Hank: Ev, you throw a party every time she gets back from a trip, and she takes a lot of trips.
Evan: I know, I want to incentivize her to come home. It's my dangling carrot.
Hank: And how big will today's carrot be?
Evan: Today's carrot will be very exclusive, honestly.
Evan: Check it out, it's a postcard.
Hank: Who sent a postcard?
Evan: Jill, from Uruguay.
Hank: Jill sent you a postcard?
Evan: No she sent it to you.
Hank: Then why are you reading it?
Evan: It's a postcard, if you want privacy tell her to spring for an envelope. I wonder what her big news is.
Hank: Yeah, me too.
Hank: Looks like summer has arrived. (watching tour buses arrive)
Evan: Her name is Div-ee-ya (as Divya pulls up in her car)
Hank: Thank you for letting us stay her this winter Ms. Newberg.
Evan: This is totally the first party I've ever thrown her too, by the way.
Ms. Newberg: Oh, I love a good summer starter, especially a big one, it just oozes sexiness. Which reminds me, your father called from prison.
Evan: That's a fun segue.
Marisa: Boris, please stop pushing the people closest to you farther and farther away.
Boris: I did not push you away, you left.
Marisa: You did it with Hank, you did it with me, and I will not let you do this with our baby!
Divya: (to her parents) I owe you an apology, for waiting until the last minute to cancel the wedding, for costing you a lot of money by doing so, and for the embarrassment that I caused our family. I feel awful, and I am eager to somehow earn your forgiveness.
Divya: What's going on here?
Rubina: What do you mean Divya?
Divya: I mean, what is this?
Devesh: This is dinner with the Uppals.
Divya: Are you really trying this again?
Devesh: Divya, this is neither the time nor the place.
Divya: Finally, we agree on something. (walks away)
Divya: I regret the way that I handled things last night. I have placed a call to the Uppals, to apologize for my abrupt and impolite exit. But you need to understand that Raj was not the problem. I want to choose my husband, not be assigned one. So...
Devesh: Now here's what you need to understand, marriages in our family have always been arranged.
Divya: You both mean the world to me, and when I find my husband, I pray that you will like him. But I will love him, nothing takes priority over that.
Devesh: Well Divya, if you can't accept our wishes, our traditions, then you shouldn't accept anything from us!
Divya: What does that mean exactly?
Boris: I owe you an apology.
Hank: Oh, For what? Trying to exile my father, trying to violate my doctor patient confidentiality with Marisa, evicting Evan and me without notice?
Boris: All of the above.
Hank: That is the correct answer.
Boris: I'd like you back at Shadow Park.
Hank: I'm not a yo-you Boris.
Boris: And you'll have a lease to prove it.
Hank: A lease?
Boris: You may fill in the expiration date as you will.
Hank: And I want to pay, no more free rent. It comes with too high a price.
Boris: Shall we say market rate then?
Hank: Well let's not get carried away.
Ms. Newberg: Hank! It's getting chilly, you want I should bring you a sweater?
Boris: Perhaps I underestimated my leverage here.
Hank: I'll pay anything!
Hank: How'd it go with your parents?
Divya: It went perfectly.
Hank: Great, I'm so glad to hear that.
Divya: Oh, by the way, any chance I could crash here tonight?
Hank: Ahh, yeah.
Divya: Great. Thank you.
Divya: Maybe tomorrow night too?
Hank: Divya, how perfectly did it go, exactly?