Nina Van Horn: If you're suggesting that there's a similarity between my search for my parents and her search for me, I fail to see it.
Nina Van Horn: All right, I'll see her. But she is getting Nina Van Horn, nothing more, nothing less. I can't just snap my fingers and become a mother.
Chloe: Hi. I'm Chloe.
Nina Van Horn: [tearfully] Baby girl!
Chloe: Where is my father now?
Nina Van Horn: No idea. Next.
Chloe: What's his name?
Nina Van Horn: Bob. No, Bill. No, Bruce. No, Ben. Pass. Next.
Chloe: I guess that answers if you loved him.
Nina Van Horn: Is there anything in that pad of yours about my favorite colors or plants I have smoked?
Nina Van Horn: I'm ready to be in your life, whatever that may mean. I can be a confidant, a friend, even a mother. I'm ready for anything.
Tess: What's going on?
Chloe: Tess, I want you to meet Nina.
Tess: Oh, hi, grandma.
Nina Van Horn: Chloe. They told me her name is Chloe.
Maya Gallo: That's a beautiful name.
Nina Van Horn: I wanted to name her Fluffy. Until the last minute, I was hoping it would be a kitten.
Nina Van Horn: Do I look like I've been drinking?
Maya Gallo: No.
Nina Van Horn: Well, I will in five minutes.
Nina Van Horn: I slept with Mick Jagger.
Chloe: Are you saying Mick Jagger is my father?
Nina Van Horn: No, I was just bragging.
Nina Van Horn: I couldn't take care of her. I was just a girl. I had no prospects, no education, no skills. Well, I could milk a cow with both feet, but that's nothing to build a future on.
Dennis Finch: That thing about milking with your feet.
Nina Van Horn: Yes?
Dennis Finch: I know this is probably inappropriate and not the right time, but did you ever...
Nina Van Horn: Yes.
Dennis Finch: Awesome!
Jack Gallo: Must you always hug after everything? Meeting's over - hug. Lunch is done - hug. We just finished hugging - let's hug.
Maya Gallo: We're going to try something different, a little bit dangerous... involving you, me and Finch.
Dennis Finch: I think I like where this is going.
Maya Gallo: You be yourself, Finch will be Chloe.
Dennis Finch: I don't like this.
Maya Gallo: And I will be the spiritual guide.
Dennis Finch: Like Yoda?
Maya Gallo: If it helps you, yes.
Dennis Finch: [imitates Yoda] Mmm, yes, help me it does.
Maya Gallo: You don't want to meet her, not like this.
Jack Gallo: Meet who?
Maya Gallo: No one.
Dennis Finch: Who, your bastard daughter?
[Nina gasps and drops the bottle she's holding]
Dennis Finch: Oh, my God! Did I guess it? I didn't know! I just guessed it, I got it!
Nina Van Horn: Maya, I want you to go to my desk and bring me my biggest, pinkest pill.
Maya Gallo: Got it.
Nina Van Horn: It may look like a paperweight, but it's not.