Manny: Hey, Jay, do you need to julienne any vegetables?
Jay: What?
Manny: If so, you can use the knife your grandson jammed in my back.
Jay: Well, that was worth the journey.

Jay: Hey! How was Splash Mountain?
Gloria: It was great! Maybe we go again.
Manny: No, thanks. There was no reception in there. You know how many bars I had? Zip-a-Dee-doo-dah.

Gloria: Please, just let Joe go on his own schedule. Manny learned to potty-train when he was two and a half.
Manny: You told me it was 13 months.
Gloria: I might have exaggerated a little bit.
Manny: Two and a half isn't advanced at all. What else did you exaggerate? Did I really like Shakespeare when I was three?
Gloria: Not so much Shakespeare as Jell-O.
Manny: Was my first word really "latte"?
Gloria: Not so much "latte" as "Jell-O."
Manny: My God. I'm normal.
Jay: Trust me, kid, no one's saying that about you.

Gillian: Oh, God, here he comes.
Alex: Who?
Mason: Ugh. This little guy in his 40s here every Friday. Always has a super-complicated drink order. [door bells jingle]
Manny: Oh, hey, Alex. I'll have a 20-ounce iced skinny hazelnut macchiato, sugar-free syrup, double shot of espresso, light ice - not no ice - no whip.

Manny: And as Hodor blocked the door to save his friend Bran Stark, Bran had a vision of a younger Hodor saying, "Hold the door, hold the door. Hold door." And finally, "Hodor," the only word he would say for the rest of his life, a life that was now ending.
Haley: [voice breaking] He knew. Hodor knew his whole life that his destiny was to save his little friend. Just like you have saved from embarrassment at Comic-Con, so thank you, Manny.

Manny: We're here to teach these gentlemen how to communicate in the 21st century. Let's go around and each say the gender pronoun we prefer. I'll start... I'm cisgender, he-slash-him.
Friend #1: She-slash-her.
Friend #2: They-slash-them.
Friend #3: Oh, I'm not here to bust chops, Bob is fine.
Jay: This is your rugby team?