Dede: So, anyways, you'll never guess who I saw at the airport.
Claire: Mmm, who's that?
Dede: Robbie Sullivan.
Claire: Robbie- My Robbie Sullivan from high school? God, I haven't seen him in years.
Dede: Decades, really.

Dede: I always liked him. And, as I recall, the two of you couldn't keep your hands off each other.
Haley: Oh, really, Mom?
Claire: That's not true.
Dede: It is true. I read it in your diary.
Claire: You read my diary.
Dede: Well, yeah. I- I read it because I wanted to see if you were on drugs. It's called parenting, Claire.

Claire: Robbie?
Robbie: Look at you.
Dede: Surprise! I invited him to dinner.
Claire: What?
Dede: Didn't I tell you she'd be excited? Huh?
Claire: Uh-huh. I don't know what to say.
Robbie: Well, maybe a Fuzzy Navel wine cooler will loosen you up. It sure used to.

Claire: Why would you not mention that I'm married?
Dede: Oh, God, Claire. Not everything in a conversation is about you.
Claire: Mom, I could use some help in the kitchen.
Dede: Your words, not mine.

Dede: You're overthinking this. I was thinking that it might be a hoot for you to see him again.
Claire: And did you think it might be a hoot to ask me first?
Dede: No. If I'd asked you, you would have said no.
Claire: Of course, Mom. Of course I would have said no.
Dede: Oh, and I'm the bad guy? Honestly, Claire, I wish I had a tape recorder.

Claire: Well, you know, we didn't want to break curfew.
Dede: Curfew? Oh, right, as if you two ever honored a curfew.
Haley: I love your stories, Nana. Keep on going.

Robbie: Your father used to scare the crap out of me.
Claire: Mm-hmm.
Dede: Well, evidently not enough to keep you from sneaking in at 3:00 in the morning. I didn't know whether to punish you or make you pancakes.

Dede: I know Robbie was a rogue but he could charm your socks off. Although I doubt he stopped there.

Dede: Oh, that's Lily. Oh, I guess you're trying to keep the outfit I sent her clean.

Dede: I don't know what I was thinking with him. I feel like such a fool.
Jay: You got flattered by the attention of a younger guy and you got a little carried away. So what?
Dede: It's not that. It's- I divorced you because I was looking for something else. I haven't found it. But when I come back here, I feel like I have to prove something like people are looking at me saying, "You broke up the family. What do you have to show for it?"
Jay: You did the right thing. We were stalled. I didn't have the guts to end it.
Dede: That's because you're a decent man. And that doesn't make it any easier. I just don't want to be thought of as "Crazy Nana." That's not really who I am. I think, more than anything else, my real problem is... her! [charges at Gloria]
Jay: Huh?
Gloria: No, Dede! Ay! Que pasa?