I don't want to talk anymore about my psychopathic nephew, not on the day that the psychopathic mother of my great-grandson is moving into my house.


Theresa: Maggie, that hand to hand combat thing? You're not so bad at it yourself.
Maggie: I just think it's easier for people to get along when the rules are clear.

It's not just her. Pretty soon you may be dealing with her whole family. That imbecilic mother, the slatternly sister. My god, it's like living in an episode of Honey Boo Boo.


We all know who the real arbiters of justice are; that job is reserved for family.


If you cross a Kiriakis, it's only a matter of time before it comes back to haunt you.


Abe: Well maybe motherhood will mellow her.
John: A tranquilizer dart couldn't mellow her.

Do you get this worked up when you're with Benny boy or is it just me?


Man, who knew that the truth could be so useful!


Thank you for loving me even though I'm me.


I am dead. Paul's shiny air-brushed chest on every billboard in the country?


Eric: He was trying to kill you.
Nicole: I noticed.

I'm doing what I'm doing because I don't want my son to know that the sight of his mother disgusts me.