Jane: What kind of French food do you love?
Angela: I love it all. French toast, French fries..

I can't believe I'm actually going to say this, but I miss her.


I don't believe in luck. I believe in attraction.


A toast to Jane who I will always be thinking about when I am in my boat.


Friends? Are you kidding? He combs our lakes. He takes our fish. He takes our women.


Vince: Strange thing, love.
Jane: Oh, do enlighten me.
Vince: I would, but we're here.

Do you want the bad news or the bad news?


We were separated when they met, so if they were something else, that's okay. It doesn't matter now. None of it matters now.

Mrs. Harris

My guess is he didn't fit in either.


Angela: I'll bring you a snack.
Jane: Chocolate cake. Well...it's not white.

Maura: Well, there isn't going to be any. Your mother's on a new diet.
Jane: Well that still involves food, right?

Drake: Is she always like that?
Maura: Yes. In the very best way possible.