Ellen Parsons: [answering the door] You still didn't make new keys.
David Connor: Oh, there's no time. Your sister was going to bring over the extra set, but she didn't.
Ellen Parsons: I'm sorry, babe.
David Connor: [noticing dining room] Whoa, what is this?
Ellen Parsons: The cake lady sent them over for the wedding.
David Connor: We have to choose?
Ellen Parsons: Mm hmm. But I gotta go, so whatever you like is great with me, just nothing too lemony.
David Connor: Wait. No, no! I'm not deciding.
Ellen Parsons: Why not?
David Connor: Because I'm the guy. I don't give a shit.
Ellen Parsons: Okay, fine, fair enough.
Ellen Parsons: Oh, this one. It's great!
George Moore: [walking onto land parcel] Wow, this looks like a whole lot of nothing.
Arthur Frobisher: You know who built up this part of the state?
George Moore: Wasps.
Arthur Frobisher: Beavers.
George Moore: You lost me.
Arthur Frobisher: No, I'm not kidding. Place was flush with them. Indians used to trap them and then trade them for everything: blankets, hatchets, iron kettles. Then when they got hooked on the white man's goods, they started trading the only other thing they had left.
George Moore: Otters?
Arthur Frobisher: No, you idiot. Land. I'm going to develop this.
Patty Hewes: [standing in Popler's kitchen] I'm going to wait and watch until you buy a house, or Mildred buys a car, or Chloe here buys a toothbrush. You need to understand this, Larry, no Popler for the next hundred years will be able to spend a nickel of that money without being humiliated, disgraced and locked up. You all have a nice night...