Addison: It's alright, little sis - It's a good sign when you feel a little bad.
Mandy: Listen honey, you can pick the guy, you just can't pick the family.
Lisa: Are you going to kill me?
Addison: No, you're a child, and children should be protected.
Lisa: Angels protect me.
Addison: Maybe that's how you should think of me.
Becker: If you were one of my boys, I would hit you so fuckin' hard.
Hanna: If I were one of your boys, you'd be proud of me.
Liza: My brother killed the devil. He saved me from hell, and I am forever thankful.
Lisa: Lisa: "You're no angel at all."
Addison: Addison: "No, I am not."
Jay: I don't deserve to be sitting at your table.
Chet: This is your table, son. And you're not the only one who messed up.
Addison: What would home look like? I don't know. A farmhouse in the valley, I guess, like the one we grew up in, Liza and I.
Liza: [Drunkenly kisses a reluctant Jay] It's okay. We can pretend.
[Kisses her back]
Addison: What would home look like? I don't know. A farmhouse in the valley, I guess, like the one we grew up in, Liza and I. I remember hiding in the Orchard at night, looking down at the lighted windows, and waiting for our daddy to fall asleep just so we could go back inside. Do you remember that, Liza? Hmm, do you remember that?
Liza: [nodding smile]