Sandy: Is there anything I need to know?
Jimmy: No no I mean. No, are you kidding, everything's fantastic. I just wanted to give my fiancée a little peace of mind.
Sandy: Well anything for the soon-to-be Mrs. Cooper-Nichol-Cooper.
Summer: Like, especially tragic. An end-of-the world, locusts and horned beasts bummer.
Summer: Listen, skank. You can't just say really mean things in a really nice voice and and expect us to not realize you're a total...skank!
Seth: Is it my fault that most of our half-baked adolesent schemes goes hopelessly awry and my dad has to bail us out?
Ryan: Uh, usually, yeah.
Marissa: Dad, I don't know what kind of trouble you're in, but if you have to go, go. But if you do, don't come back.
Kirsten: I'm home.
Ryan: You and I are both here because someone gave us a break. Now Marissa needs one.
Sandy: Well, I think having Kirsten gone is making me all sentimental. Or maybe my brain is fried from doing all these real estate deals. Your plan poses a myriad of obstacles.
Ryan: Anything you can do. Thank you.
Lawyer: Caleb Nichol was a very generous man who loved his family very much.
Julie: Sandy gave a very nice eulogy at the funeral so let's just skip the niceties, okay?