I’m getting a do-over. I’m going to make it count.

Nancy: You’re a coward. You’ve always been a coward.
Jill: Cowards have a funny way of being awarded custody.

Heylia: Get out.
Nancy: Heylia, it was all a big misunderstanding. None of it was Silas’s fault. Please don’t cut him off.
Heylia: I learned that you and your son are one in the same. And I’ve had enough.

Demetri: Now let's have angry sex on the kitchen counter.
Nancy: Timing, Demetri.

Shane: Ask me why I'm like a musician.
Nancy: Why are you like a musician?
Shane: Because I'm playing that detective like a fiddle!

Silas: You had Emma arrested.
Nancy: Emma had Emma arrested.
Silas: That's bullshit.
Nancy: That's business.

Une M're Que J'aimerias Baiser. It's french, for MILF.

Andy: Long Island Iced Teas are delicious. What's in them?
Nancy: Everything.

Where’s all this macho bullshit coming from? You used to be so sweet.

You guys fund me. I could become the Grey Goose of weed.

You’re probably ten years out of braces and I’m pretty sure you haven’t tried to raise three sons. You have no clue what you’re getting into.

Nancy: The safe?
Silas: Never told her the combo.
Nancy: That must be second date material.