- Brianna Hanson: I don't need your help.
- Grace Hanson: Oh, fine. Okay, what's your plan?
- Brianna Hanson: Is this about Walden Villas? Because we never appropriately processed that. Let's have a girls' weekend. Just you, and Frankie, and Mallory... and I'll stay here.
- [first lines]
- Frankie Bergstein: Oh. Isn't it nice to have the house back the way it was?
- Grace Hanson: [chuckles] Yeah. Thanks for all your help unpacking.
- Frankie Bergstein: Be honest, Grace, you knew I wasn't going to do anything.
- Grace Hanson: I figured it out when I saw all your boxes were labeled "Grace."
- Frankie Bergstein: You love not being nice to people.
- Grace Hanson: [scoffs] I don't love it. I'm just really good at it.
- Brianna Hanson: [laying down the rules] My office is mine. My assistant is mine. If you want to criticize me, do it privately. You want to criticize me privately, do it slow enough so that I can think of comebacks. You cannot wear red. It's my power color.
- Grace Hanson: Are you done?
- Brianna Hanson: No, not even close.
- Nwabudike Bergstein: Forgive me if after your crazy squat our worries didn't go away.
- Frankie Bergstein: I feel fine. I went bodysurfing this morning. Not on purpose, but it happened.
- Nwabudike Bergstein: [on the phone] Mom, you fired Toby?
- Frankie Bergstein: Boop.
- Nwabudike Bergstein: Mom!
- Frankie Bergstein: Okay, fine. I fired Toby. But he failed his drug test. He wouldn't smoke with me.
- Peter: Come on, let's go out and celebrate me - on you.
- Robert Hanson: Well, I'd love to, but actually we're staying in to celebrate Sol's depression.
- Peter: [chuckles] Isn't that every night here?
- [last lines]
- Joan-Margaret: [bringing in Frankie's snack] Oh, for fuck's sake, I've forgotten a spoon. Well, back in a jiff...
- [walks slowly back out]
- Frankie Bergstein: She's perfect for us. She's not a stranger, and she won't make us feel old or slow. And she's actually older than we are. Isn't that beautiful?
- Grace Hanson: That is beautiful. Uh. Well, she's not that slow. You got your soup.
- Frankie Bergstein: It's ice cream.