Will: You're a good nanny, Steven.
Evan: I'm a manny, and it's Kevin. (realizes mistake) Evan.

Evan: I've dropped phones in pools and toilets... the occasional mojito.
Rob: Hot tubs, koi ponds, and a volcano.

Hank: She [Jill] offered me a job. In her E.R.
Evan: As in, like, a bail-on-HankMed-and-leave-your-CFO-high-and-dry kind of job?
Hank: Well, that's not how she put it, but yeah, it could have that effect.

My brother needed me for once. And, needless to say, I came through -- like Superman. Not like Superman. He's too much of a boy scout. More like Batman 'cause he's dark and mysterious and good with the ladies.

Evan

Call me Supermanny.

Evan

Evan: Hi, there. You looking for somebody? Maybe somebody who knows how to surf without perling?
Katie: You got me. I like to base my relationships on surfing technique.

(Katie earlier referred to Hank as "M.S.G.")
Hank: What's an M.S.G.?
Evan: Medical super god.
Hank: Oh, alright.
Evan: Miniature sex gimp. Mumbling snow gerbil.
(Much later, Evan's still guessing what it means.)
Evan: Macho surfing guru, right? No? Mucus spewing growth.
(Still, much later...)
Evan: Medieval slut gatherer. Man seeking guacamole. Manatee...

Hank: Oh, okay, so you're gonna take credit for everything that happens in my life post-Brooklyn?
Evan: Man, a butterfly flaps its wings.

Evan: There you are. You want some eggs?
Hank: No, I don't.
Evan: That's good,'cause I only made enough for me.

(to Divya) I do billing. You do 'medicine-y' stuff.

Evan

Evan: Have you ruled out CD?
Hank: Chronic Duane syndrome?
Evan: Crappy driving.

Note to self, become a doctor.

Evan

Royal Pains Quotes

Yeah, dude. Don't punk the crackberry. She'll light your ass up like a Christmas tree.

Tucker

Note to self, become a doctor.

Evan