Lady Cop: You want to trade your brother for your dad?
Ray: Any day of the fuckin' week.

Ray: It's not your wedding present.
Bunch: [looks at the check] No? What'd you get me?
Ray: A standing mixer.
Bunch: What the fuck is that?
Ray: Kitchen shit. Abby picked it out.
Bunch: Thank you, Ray.
Ray: Congratulations.

Old Lady: Isn't that just sad? I hope he's not driving.
Abby: He's got Parkinson's, you fucking cunt.
Terry: It's good to have a Southie bitch on your side.
Abby: It's good to have the opportunity to be one.
Terry: That's the way, uh huh uh huh I like it, uh huh uh huh.

Libby: If you were dying and you had one final moment to look back at your whole life, at the things that mattered the most to you, what would you say about our marriage?
Bill: That we tried our best. Both of us gave our very best.

The thought of not seeing you every day is not something I'm ready to accept just yet.

Daniel

Libby: I want you to be happy.
Paul: Libby, I am happy with you.

I can't think straight when we're estranged like this.

Bill

John: Do we really want to live in sin at this point in our lives?
Marlena: I kind of liked it.

Serve, protect and don't screw up.

Oliver

You guys are not the problem. You are the solution.

Oliver

I will keep hearing you, one epiphany at a time.

Andy

This is what I know. I have loved you since the moment I saw you. Loved you and feared you. Well, not you but this. I have been terrified to love this profoundly but not anymore. For good and for bad. For great and for hard. For dreams and the truth behind the dreams. I am here. I am yours. Sam Swarek, I choose you.

Andy