Molly: Do you taste like chocolate?
Lizzie: I don't know, do you taste like vanilla?
Molly: Grandpa, can you hear me?
Grandpa Harry: (nods)
Molly: Make Daddy marry Corrina, okay?
Grandpa Harry: (nods)
Percy: (laughing hysterically, holding a mug to his ear) That's the funniest thing you ever told me in your whole life!
Corrina Washington: What? Now look. This is nice, huh?
Jevina: Oh no. Now that's cute.
Corrina Washington: You can't fit in that.
Jevina: I can still fit in somethin' like that.
Corrina Washington: You cannot. Have you seen what's behind you recently? Let me turn to the maternity page.
Corrina Washington: What you've got to say to yourself is, "I am Molly Singer, and there's nobody in the world better than me." Go on, say it while you walk.
Molly: I am Molly Singer, and there's nobody in the world better than me.
Corrina Washington: Chin up, up! You're too young to have two!
Molly: But I'm just so? I'm just so?
Corrina Washington: So mad. You're just so mad. And it's okay to be mad, Molly.
Manny Singer: Molly, I'm mad, too! I'm mad at Mommy for leaving us. I'm mad because I want to talk to Mommy every day, and I can't. I'm mad because I want to bring Mommy back to you, and I can't do that, either.
Molly: I'm mad because she didn't even say goodbye.
Manny Singer: I'm mad about that, too.
Corrina Washington: I'm mad because she made you mad! I'm mad! She should've said goodbye!
Molly: (on phone) Hi, daddy.
Manny Singer: Molly?
Molly: You recognized my voice!
Manny Singer: What do you think you're doing?
Molly: Well, I-I can't sleep.
Manny Singer: (towards her bedroom door) Goodnight, Molly!
Corrina Washington: (hits the car against a pole) I was just testing the brakes and it'll do your heart good to know they work.
Manny Singer: What is this, high school?
Grandma Eva: Manny, listen to me. A fish and a bird can fall in love, but where do they build their home?
Delivery Man 1: Why don't I just talk to Mrs. Singer?
Manny Singer: Oh, well... she's... she's... she's in the bathtub right now.
Corrina Washington: This is my favorite record.
Manny Singer: Really? Mine, too.
Corrina Washington: You know, Billie Holliday does a better version.
Manny Singer: No-one's better than Louie.
Jonesy: She's been playing that little piano ditty all morning. Do you think you could get her to cut it out?
Manny Singer: Her mother was teaching her that.
Molly: She should've cleaned up before we got here.
Corrina Washington: That is a novel idea.
Corrina Washington: I see you've got a list started here. Is this groceries?
Manny Singer: That's my wife's handwriting. I haven't been able to erase it yet.
Corrina Washington: Oh, well, I'll just add onto it.