Belly: What did it feel like when you weren't in love with him anymore? How did you know?
Laurel: Well, part of me will always love your dad, but it's different now. I think love has different seasons depending on where you are in your life.
Belly: You're talking like a writer, Mom. What does that mean?
Laurel: It means you should ask yourself is what your feeling remembering what you had together or looking forward to what you could have.

Steven: I know I fucked up, and Belly too, but at least she was here. The second they needed her, she stepped up. You didn't even tell anyone this was coming.
Laurel: Steven, I've been trying --
Steven: Try harder then.

Susannah: If your sales don't skyrocket when I die, I am going to be so pissed. Wherever I am.
Laurel: I hate you so much sometimes.
Susannah: I love you too.

Cleveland: Look, things may have fizzled between us, but you can always talk to me.
Laurel: We had so long to prepare for this, and I still have no fucking idea how to process it, let alone talk about it.

Do you think I'm a bad mom?

Laurel: She was always my biggest cheerleader. Guess now I have to be my own.
John: I'll wear the skirt, but I draw the line at pom poms.