Matt: What's wrong with Luce?
Mary: God hates her.
Matt: Still? You'd think after 13 years he'd move on to someone else.
Eric: All right, Simon, I don't like what you have been doing. And it's really difficult to believe that after growing up in this family, you could just so easily abandon what you've been taught and what I think you believe and... I do love you, son, I do. I hate what you've been doing, but I love you.
Eric: You know in some ways your mother hasn't changed since the day I married her over twenty years ago.
Matt: And in other ways?
Eric: She's mean. Really, really mean.
Mary: Cheese covers a myriad of sins.
Ruthie: Do you have to have special clothes to feel special? I just put on a clean pair of underwear and I feel great.
Simon: We're all just pawns being manipulated by the corruption of politics and big business anyway. Knowing about our health and environment, we just make bigger gas guzzling SUV's, package the... the food in plastic which leaches poisons into our bodies, sell arms to other countries, then declare war on them because they use them, and make paper towels and tissue? That'll only promote waste.
Eric: Well, the wind is real, but you can't see the wind. You know, you can only see the leaves rustling in the trees. Pain is real but you can't see pain. You can only see tears. Happiness is real, but you can't see happiness. You can only see the smile on someone's face.
Ruthie: You two better not make a lot of noise and wreck my date.
Simon: It's not a date, it's a play date. You're eight. I'm going on a date.
Annie: It's not a date, you're twelve. It's a birthday dinner.
Eric: Do you want me to help?
Simon: Do I want you to help me? Of course, I want you to help me. But you can't. I have to be a grown up tonight.
Matt: I'm gonna be... a gynaecologist.
Annie: Well, he does love women.
Eric: You expect me to believe that you have to choose between family and that low life, cradle-robbing sky jockey?
Annie: Teenagers.
Eric: Yeah, if you don't like their mood, wait 10 minutes.
Lucy: Today, I am not your daughter, your sister or your wife, I am Lucy Kinkirk. The Reverend Lucy Kinkirk.
Martin: Maybe someday I'll marry a girl with a lot of brothers and sisters.
Ruthie: Yeah, maybe you will.
Chandler Hampton: Female logic is fascinating.
Gladys Bink: They're all nuts.
Eric: If you'll excuse me, I have to put my head through a wall.
Lucy Camden: I want to be a minister because I want to be like my dad. I want to do what he does, I want to be who he is in the community. I want to serve God and I want to serve mankind. And I believe that this is my purpose in life and I was guided to that purpose in a unique way, by being the daughter of a minister.
Lucy: What kind of name is 'Joy' anyway?
Mary: The kind of name that explains the look on Robbie's face.
Ruthie: I'm going to be an inferior decorator.
