Hilary: Well, here goes. Don't you all feel like a part of history? [opens paycheck] What? Federal taxes? This is an outrage. Didn't President Bush say, "No new taxes"?
Geoffrey: But federal taxes aren't new.
Hilary: Well, they are to me. And who is this FICA guy?
Vivian: Hilary, baby, taxes are taken out of everybody's salary. They pay for highways, national defense, and housing programs.
Hilary: I thought the government was supposed to pay for all that.

Vivian: Well, what exactly do you do in this job?
Hilary: Well, this is a very exclusive art gallery. And so they're trying to maintain a certain atmosphere. So, when customers come in the door, I ignore them. If they ask me about a piece of art, I look right through them. And if they ask for a price, I go like this. [snorts] And walk away.
Ashley: Hilary, it sounds like they hired you to be a snob.
Hilary: Well, I guess they saw something in me.

Will: Hey, and the way you stood up for me, Uncle Phil, you were all that.
Philip: Yeah, well, I didn't like the way he was treating you.
Ashley: So what happened next?
Philip: Uncle Phil told him he could take his big account, fold it five ways and stick it where Sparky can't find it.
Carlton: Wow, Dad, that took guts.
Geoffrey: Well done, sir. You know, I've always wished I had the nerve to tell off my employers. [exits]