Grace: Emma Rae, I have a cookbook to put out, and a daughter to raise, and the God damn winter Grand Prix. And I just don't have time for the nervous breakdown I deserve, so please, don't ask me to stop and think.
Wyly King: You know you were lucky to get her the first time.
Eddie Bichon: It was a damn miracle.
Emma Rae: I've got to see a horse about a man.
Aunt Rae: It's just a man on a horse baby, just a man on a horse.
Wyly King: All of our friends complain about how their kids grow up and run off and they never hear from them anymore. Why the hell can't that happen to us?
Eddie Bichon: Em, Emma Rae.
Emma Rae: Are you addressing me?
Eddie Bichon: Yes.
Emma Rae: Well lick it, put a stamp on it, and mail it to someone who gives a shit.
Grace: Yeah, I just want to ask how many people here has not had sex with my husband?
Grace: Daddy, I'm sorry.
Wyly King: Don't be.
Grace: I'm not.
Georgia King: What on earth was he thinking of?
Emma Rae: Prob'ly the same thing he was thinkin' with.
Grace: Oh don't you lay that on me! I have orgasms everyday I've just gotten so use to having them when you're not in the room.
Eddie Bichon: Well that's just great.