Grace: Sometimes in art, like in life, you have to accept the fact that your things aren't going right, and you don't quite know where you're going, and you have to accept that. Because that's when transformation can happen.
Jude: Hey, the men are doing all the heavy lifting. Seems a little sexist to me. How about you, Zoe?
Zoe: It's not about equal division of labor. It's about an equitable and efficient allocation of resources.
Zoe: Do you, uh, think I'm violent with you? Closed off? Defensive?
Zoe: But you're here.
Cole: Yeah, I am. I am here.
Zoe: And I judge you for what you do.
Cole: That's not my problem.
Zoe: Well, it kind of is.
Cole: No, no, actually, it's - that's your problem.
Diane: When there's a death you get a funeral. It's horrible, but you get to wear a black dress, and people bring you food and...
Jude: I *do* like a good casserole now and again.
Diane: But when a marriage dies you get endless debt, paperwork, and just a life you don't even recognize.
Grace: Exclusion is an necessary violence, don't you think?
Zoe: Where does the perpetuation of fragmentation lead us? You know, it seems like we should be finding a way back into harmony with one another rather than representing, and therefore replicating our division.
Grace: Why does the past mean so much to you?
Diane: This coming from a woman who still thinks it's 1967.
Diane: You want me to just let go of 40 years of irresponsibility, embarrassment, and her total refusal to grow up?
Jude: Yes, exactly.
Diane: [incredulous] Like a balloon that'll just float away.
Jude: It's not a balloon, Diane. It's a sandbag you've got to drop for the balloon to get off the ground.
Diane: Did you know I had to get three more bottles of wine today on account of Richard's new wife's aversion to California chardonnay?
Zoe: Ah, you smoke too. Could you have any less respect for life?
Cole: Is now a good time to tell you I hunt?
Cole: See, cattle from small grass farms are essentially solar powered. They spread the seed, then they fertilize it with their manure, so it's a closed system as nature intended.
Zoe: Okay, but you're still killing a helpless animal.
Zoe: Okay, first of all, I don't actually kill the cows, they typically come per-slaughtered.
Zoe: That's right, you merely dismember them.
Cole: A second of all, have you seen a cow? I mean, I'm pretty sure I'd lose in hand-to-hand combat.
Jake: [interrupting] Hand-to-hoof.
Diane: In truth, there's no record of my being born at Woodstock.
Grace: I don't need a record. The truth is writ on my soul... among other places.
Grace: [driving for a hug] Oh, oh, I suppose my little chicks are getting ready yo fly the coop.
Jake: I thought we were peacocks.
Zoe: Zoe, I messed up, okay? People mess up. You mess up. Remember that time your Barbies tried my soldiers for crimes against humanity, and then had them all decapitated?
Grace: It may be you are from old people, or from offspring taken soon out of their mothers' laps. And here you are, the mothers' laps. It is not chaos or death. It is form, union, plan. It is eternal life. It is happiness.
Zoe: Hey, Jakes's not helping...
Cole: I'm documenting this for our ancestors.
Zoe: You mean descendants.