Moira: Emma. Your middle name is "Emma."
Alexis: Is it?
Johnny: So, we'll keep working away at this.
Moira: I'm sorry! No, Hannah.
Alexis: I'm embarrassed for you.
Johnny: Well, that's that then.
Moira: Elspeth.
Alexis: No!
Moira: I think it's Elspeth.
Alexis: It isn't!
Moira: I should know!

Johnny: Moira.
Moira: Alexis!
Johnny: No, no, it's David I want.
Moira: I need to speak with our daughter.
Johnny: Good luck.
Moira: [loudly] Oh, my God! Where did you hear that?!
Alexis: [enters] Yeah? What is it?

Moira: Have we failed them, John? I'm worried about our children. Are we terrible parents?
Johnny: Terrible parents?! We sent them to the best boarding schools, we hired the best nannies. We did everything right. I mean, they're not overly affectionate with us and, uh, there's a lot more disrespect than I'd like, but, uh, no, we're good parents.
Moira: But who are they?
Johnny: Well, it might be nice to get to know them better, I suppose.
Moira: Wouldn't it, John? But who has time amidst all this chaos?

David: Who needs 14 grey suits? What am I supposed to do with my dry clean onlys?!
Stevie: I'm still trying to figure out why you'd own more than one piece of clothing you can't put in a washing machine.
David: You try putting a cashmere sweater in the washing machine. It'll bite your wrist.
Stevie: That's a problem I'd like to have.

Stevie: There's a lot of stuff here. Have you ever considered selling some of this?
David: These are my things. I've hand-selected each of these things; they mean a lot to me. ... How much do you think I can get for this?

Alexis: So you got busted for selling drugs? Like hard drugs? Like- Did you have to wear a Hazmat suit and work in a trailer?
Mutt: No. It was just weed and mushrooms, uppers. Mostly to truckers and my high school teachers.

Alexis: Mm-hmm. It's actually pretty clean around here, which is shocking considering the state of our motel room. Speaking of unfit homes, why do you live in a barn?
Mutt: What's wrong with living in a barn?
Alexis: Mm, nothing, if you're a goat.

David: I feel like we should break these into categories. Um fit, fabric, and nationality.
Stevie: Or we could do this.
David: I um-
Stevie: Keep or sell?
David: Well, those are-
Stevie: Keep or sell.
David: Uh-
Stevie: Just keep or sell.
David: Sell. Sell them. I got these at a showroom in Paris.
Stevie: I got these on clearance rack at Target.

David: $850.
Stevie: 850 what? Eight hundred-dollars?!
David: $850 dollars.
Stevie: $850 dollars?
David: These are a collector's. There's a woman in Paris that makes them by hand, so...
Stevie: My car's worth less than your pants.
David: Well, I've seen your car and that makes sense to me.

Johnny: And one of the ice breakers at these retreats was a game that was always a hit. And it was a game where somebody would tell a lie about themselves, and then a truth, and then another lie, and everybody would have to guess which one was the lie.
Moira: No, Johnny, they had to guess which one was the truth.
Johnny: Mm, which one was the lie.
David: It's just- It's just one lie.
Johnny: What did I say?
Alexis: You said two lies.
Johnny: Well, it is two lies.
Alexis: No, it's-
David: No, the game is "two truths and a lie."
Johnny: It's truth. So you've heard of it. You've heard of it.
Alexis: Well, yeah, because babies play that at their birthday parties.
Johnny: Okay, whatever. It's a good game.