We'll be on her like white on rice... which might sound racist because we're white and she, presumably, like rice.

Cam: She's already prone to flashbacks, if you know what I mean.
Mitchell: You know she didn't fight in Vietnam, right?

She bit me! Ow! She did it again! It's like Twilight back here!

Cam: There's a stranger in our hot tub.
Mitchell: Who is it?
Cam: You do know what stranger means, don't you?

You are living in a little girl's toy and you have to move out!

Cam [to Barry]

Cam: Tell me all about Mitchell in high school. Did he have a beard?
Tracy: You're looking at her.

You don't tell your partner you may have a baby with someone else and then go back to eating a delicious and inventive meal like it's NOTHING!

If this were the '60s, we would be 'confirmed bachelors,' and Lily would be a Yorkie.

We are beyond blotting and rubbing, we've moved on to sweating and crying.

Mitchell: I guess you don't respect party themes.
Cam: You did NOT just say that.

It's ten feet long with boxer shorts on the end, it works on so many levels.

Yes, I've gained a few extra pounds while we were expecting the baby... but that's science. You can't fight it.