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.
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?
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.
Emma Rae: I've got to see a horse about a man.