Mabel: I have a lot to figure out. My gut keeps telling me it's Dickie.
Oliver: I told you to stay away ... actually, I don't mind Dickie. Not in the cast. Yes, let's go with Dickie. Dickie did it!

Loretta: Who goes there?
Detective Williams: NYPD, motherfuckers! The stalker, he didn't do it. He's creepy as fuck, but he didn't do it. The killer is someone in this room.

I was the best actress in the Midwest, according to an article in the Clayton Chronicle, where my dad was the editor.

Loretta

As a mother, you can't help it. You spend your whole life looking out for your child. Never ends. And you'll do anything to make sure they're OK.

Donna

Oliver: Matthew Broderick! I've had sex dreams about this moment. How did you already nail that song?
Mathew: What can I say? I'm a vessel.
Oliver: Yes, say more. Or less. Just keep standing there so I can soak this in. Matthew Broderick! Broadway legend!

My brother's always been my business. My folks adopted me when they thought they couldn't have kids, but then they had Ben. Miracle Ben, Child star Ben. So, I spent my life protecting him. A guy who, by the way, was always fucking up. You know, insensitive jokes, DUI. Oh, the dick pics, the thousands of dick pics. ... I was there cleaning up the mess, making it look good. But he still gets all the credit for everything. Story of our lives. The fame, that CoBro franchise.

Dickie

Charles: I don't think she [Loretta] did it.
Oliver: Oh my God. That means she's a killer.
Charles: Why?
Oliver: Oh please, Charles. It's not like you're instincts on these things are famously good.

Sometimes, a man's name actually starts with an R.

Mabel

Charles: I wanted to say that I'm sorry.
Oliver: Oh, apology accepted. Friendship mended. You're hired.

Oliver: Well, I'm so, so sorry for trying to breathe life into your dead career by putting you on Broadway.
Charles: My career was not dead. Did you know that Brazos wanted to do burrito sots? 32nd bonus episodes available exclusively on the Chipotle app. But I said no because I wanted to do this, which I realize now was a huge mistake.
Oliver: Oh, it was, huh? Well, maybe I should have hired someone who could actually sing.
Charles: Well, maybe you should have because I quit.

Mabel: Tobert is not my boyfriend.
Charles: Oh, so you do pronounce the final T. It's not like a French cheese tobert ... garcon ... s'il vous plait.

Charles, if the goal was to offer a more interesting anecdote, we're headed in the wrong direction.

Oliver