Moira: David, sit, please. I know you think what I did was cruel, but I was just protecting you. And I'd say you'll understand one day, but you don't enjoy children, so perhaps you won't.
David: Okay, protect me from what?
Moira: From yourself. Your father and I have not prepared you for an undertaking of this scope.
David: Okay, what about all the galleries? Those were all me. I've run businesses before.
Moira: Never on your own, and never without a safety net.
David: I don't know how many times I have to thank you for the start-up money. But I opened those galleries myself.
Moira: And who do you think bought all that art, and sold out all your shows?
David: Uh, my patrons.
Moira: And who do you think bought all your patrons?
David: [gasps] So you're telling me that my entire professional career was a sham?!
Moira: We helped you because we could. And now I realize that might not have been the best thing for you or your autonomy, but...
David: Okay, well, now I guess I'll never find out if I could've succeeded on my own.
Moira: David!
[David slams the door, opens it and looks at Moira, and slams it again.]

Johnny: Okay, come on, seriously! There's only one left?!
Moira: I know, Stevie was eating the other one.
David: Here, why don't you have this, and I'll take the big one.
Johnny: [slaps David's hand] It's all right, I'll take care of it. Well, I guess it would be wrong to serve the guests day-olds. You know this bun added a star to our rating?
Alexis: How many did we have before?
Johnny: Not the point.

Alexis: Okay well, you could've dropped me off back there.
Johnny: Oh, don't be silly honey. We're happy to drive you right to the front door.
David: Yeah, this is an iconic moment in all of our lives, and I think we should experience it to the fullest.

Johnny: Is that appropriate attire for high school, do you think?
Alexis: Yeah well, what's wrong with it?!
Johnny: Well...
Alexis: Well, now you're making me nervous!

David: Yeah, it's like they knew what the consumer wanted, and then ran in the opposite direction.
Store Owner: Finding everything okay?
David: Yes. Yeah. It's sad about the store.
Store Owner: Thank you, it's been very hard.
Stevie: [whispers] Yeah, I can imagine.
David: Yeah, they just missed the mark, you know?

Johnny: Oh, I see you have a new enterprise.
Ivan: Yeah, it was always my dream to bake muffins.
Johnny: Well, funny you should mention it, because I'm thinking of doing a continental breakfast at the motel, and this could be, uh, very helpful.
Ivan: Yeah. I not make breakfast.
Johnny: No, no, no, a continental breakfast, just pastries and coffee.
Ivan: No coffee.
Johnny: Oh, I wouldn't expect you to make the coffee.
Ivan: No, I make coffee, but only for myself.
Johnny: Yeah, no, no, it's just your muffins that I'm interested in.

Roland: So, there are carols playing, and it snows inside all day long.
Bob: Gwen's gonna lose her mind.

Ronnie: What now?!
Moira: No need to terminate your chitter-chatter on our accounts.
Bob: You gonna tell them, or should I?
Roland: Ladies, um we have some good news-
Bob: Christmas world moving into town!
Roland: Bob, okay, there's a way to do these things, and I'm the one who's supposed to lead these meetings, - all right?
Bob: They wanna take over the general store.
Roland: Bob!
Bob: I'm sorry! It's just, you know, it's big news.

Moira: And what on earth is a Christmas World?
Roland: They sell Christmas stuff all year round.
Moira: But is this really the kind of business we want in this town?
Ronnie: You know, I have yet to find an ornament in there that I'd put on my tree. And I heard those little elves they have running around, they're actually underage kids.

Roland: Ladies, if we don't approve this, then Christmas World will take its fake snow, and its all-you-can-drink nog fountain to Elmdale!
Moira: Well, that makes our decision easy.
Roland: Oh, Moira! Moira, Moira, Moira. A word to the wise, okay? You don't vote against Christmas. It's huge business. Tourist dollars!