Jill Quote #610

Quote from Jill in Advise and Repent

Jill: So, you and Michelle have been seeing a lot of each other lately.
Randy: I guess.
Jill: I think she really likes you. What do you think?
Randy: I think I don't want to talk about this with my mother.
Jill: Oh, come on!
Randy: Sorry, Mom. I'm past the age where you give me a cookie and I spill my guts.
Jill: I loved those days. Hey, look, look, look. I've got chocolate chocolate chip.
Randy: Give it up, Mom.
Jill: Well, at least I still have Mark. Oh, hey, honey. You want a cookie?
Mark: Forget it. I'm not spilling my guts.

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 ‘Advise and Repent’ Quotes

Quote from Randy

Jill: You know what my problem is?
Tim: No. But I bet we're gonna talk about it.
Jill: I am the kind of person who is so eager to fix things that I don't take my time, and then they just blow up in my face.
Randy: You married the right guy.

Quote from Wilson

Wilson: Well, I'm reminded of a fifth-century Indian book, the Panchatantra, which says, "The first mark of intelligence is not to start things."
Jill: So I shouldn't do anything?
Judith: But the Panchatantra goes on to say, "The second mark of intelligence is to pursue to the end what you have started."
Wilson: Well, actually, Judith, I was just about to finish that quote.
Jill: So I should apologize to them?
Judith: I'm sorry. I thought you'd finished.
Wilson: I was merely pausing for the effect.
Jill: The effect was it seemed like you'd finished, dear.
Wilson: Well, I hadn't, dear.
Jill: You know, um, when couples bicker the way that you're doing right now, sometimes I find that it's useful... [they both stare at Jill] for me to just say bye-bye!

Quote from Jill

Jill: When is Michelle coming over?
Randy: Any minute now.
Tim: Well, I hope her dad gets here quick. Old Bert's going to help me put on the independent suspension on my hot rod.
Jill: Oh, well, that's good, because a dependent suspension can be so needy. [Tim & Brad stare blankly] In my Psychology class that would've gotten a huge laugh.
Tim: And yet here in the kitchen... death.