Philip: Well, your mother and I have decided since all of you are moving out that, well, we all need to be clear on a few things.
Vivian: We expect you to behave yourselves just as you do at home. The same rules apply.
Ashley: Well, then what's the point of moving? Can I have that one back?
Hilary: I don't know that these rules apply, I'm 25.
Philip: Hilary, you're 27.
Hilary: That doesn't leave this room.

Vy: Well, what do you guys think?
Vivian: Vy, you have really perked this place up. Hasn't she, Hilary?
Hilary: Um... Yeah. I mean it's so... poor. [Vivian elbows Hilary] Ow.

Ashley: Hi, Hilary. Did a guy named Michael call while I was in the shower?
Hilary: No. Who is he?
Ashley: Just a boy in my class.
Hilary: Do you like him?
Ashley: Well, sort of.
Hilary: And was he supposed to call?
Ashley: Well, he said he would.
Hilary: [scoffs] I can't stand it when men do this. They say they're going to call, so you wait and wait. And nothing. I mean, what do they think we have nothing better to do than sit by the phone? [answers phone] Hello? Oh, hello, Michael. Well, I'm glad you found a time that was convenient for you to call. No, Ashley is not here. I don't know where she is. She may not be back for several days.
Ashley: Hilary!
Hilary: [covers phone] I know what I'm doing. [on the phone] You want her to call you back? Oh, yeah, that'll be happening, Mr. God's Gift to the Fifth Grade.

Will: Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah! Aah!
Ashley: What happened in here?
Will: We was robbed!
Hilary: Oh, my God! What'd they take?

Philip: Hilary is just exhibiting that old Banks resiliency. Why, if you ask me, I'd say she's back to normal.
Geoffrey: Whatever that is.
Hilary: [enters] Guess who I'm going out with tonight?
Philip: Who, sweetheart?
Hilary: Trevor.

Geoffrey: Telephone, Miss Hilary. A Mr. Scott Burton.
Hilary: Oh, the mole man. Tell him I moved.
Will: Hilary.
Hilary: Oh, all right. [on the phone] Hello, Spot- I mean, Scott.

Ashley: Hilary, why doesn't anyone want my soda?
Hilary: Because your soda's flat.