Diane: You know, instead of going to that club you suggested, we could try Cafe au Lait. They have a wonderful new harpist, I hear.
Carla: Oh, great.
Esther Clavin: No, that sounds like fun. I'll hail a cab. [winks at Carla]

Cliff: Ma you okay?
Esther Clavin: I'm fine. I just was gonna straighten up in here a little.
Cliff: You don't have to do that, Ma.
Esther Clavin: No, I want to. Oh, will you look at the rings on this table. Don't people use coasters anymore?
Cliff: Ma... Whenever you're trying to hide something inside, you always pick up some household chore to do. Now, I don't know if you realize it, but since Fitz passed away, you you haven't cried, you you haven't got upset, you haven't shown any kind of emotion.
Esther Clavin: Well, what's there to be upset about? I barely knew the man. We just had some good times together, that's all.
Cliff: Ma stop wiping. [Esther sobs] That's it, Ma. You just let it all out now. [sobbing continues] Good, good. Now, don't you feel better? [Esther sobs loudly] Yeah, that should just about do it, huh? [sobbing continues] Good. One last little spurt. [sobbing continues] Ma, you know, there's a fine line between expressing your feelings and blubbering.
Esther Clavin: [crying] [chuckles] I'm sorry. I guess you're right.

Norm: ...the world's biggest ass!
Esther Clavin: Clifford, now take off those silly handcuffs.
Cliff: I can't. I flushed the key.
Esther Clavin: Norman, go outside and see if you can find some tin snips. Ask for Biff. He loaned us the hard hats.

Esther Clavin: Clifford, sometimes I really worry about you.
Cliff: Look what they did to Elmer.
Esther Clavin: I'm sorry, dear, but what can we do?
Cliff: Come on, Ma, you're the one who taught me that if you believe in something, if you really want it, then you're just going to have to fight for it.
Esther Clavin: The house is sold. They're going to tear it down.
Cliff: Well, then I am going down with it.
Esther Clavin: Clifford, does this house really mean that much to you?
Cliff: Yeah, Ma. Yeah, it really does.
Esther Clavin: [voice breaking] Then it means that much to me, too. I don't know what we'll do. We'll find a lawyer. We're going to fight this together. We'll save our home.
Cliff: Oh, Ma, together? Really?
Esther Clavin: Really, son.

Cliff: Well, come on, sit, sit, sit, please. Bartender, how about a couple of drinks for my lovely ladies here, huh? In the meanwhile, I'll go and, uh, use the facilities.
Esther Clavin: Clifford, don't be vulgar.
Cliff: Sorry, Ma.

Cliff: Come on, Maggie! We got a lot of living to do!
[Cliff picks Margaret up and starts to carry her out of the door. He hits her head on the coat rack and then the door]
Margaret: Whoo! Oh! Oh!
Cliff: You still with me, Maggie?
Margaret: My tooth, Cliff!
[As Cliff carries Margaret up the stairs, they scream as he stumbles and they fall down]
Esther Clavin: I see I still have to do everything for the boy.
[Esther goes outside and carries Margaret up the stairs]
Esther Clavin: I'll be back for you in a minute, Clifford!