Hollis: I teach economics at Harvard, and I don’t know a way to conjure up six million dollars before you race him again. What makes you think you can?
Penny: I’ll find a way. And if I can’t, I’ll live with it.
Hollis: Why? Why do you need to live with it? Make me, the whole family, live with it for a past that is gone! Our father was a great man, but we can’t bring him back.
Penny: This isn’t about going back. This is about life being ahead of you and you run at it. Because you never know how far you can go unless you run.
Hollis: That’s great. But if you stumble and fall, you don’t just make us fools, you make us beggars. [leaves]
Jack: When your horse people call the house, they don’t ask for Mrs. Tweedy, they ask for Miss Chenery. Is that who you’ve become?
Penny: Jack. . . Miss Chenery and Mrs. Tweedy have always been the same person. I’m wondering how it is that Mr. Tweedy could take sides against me.
Jamie Randall: I used to worry a lot about who I’d be when I grew up. You know, like how much money I’d make or someday I’d become some big deal. Sometimes the thing you most want doesn’t happen. And sometimes the thing you never expect to happen, does. Like giving up my job in Chicago and everything and deciding to stay and apply to med school. I don’t know. You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever.
Stan: I want to show you something.
Zoe: What is it?
Stan: It’s cheese.
Zoe: I can see that.
Stan: No, no, no, it’s new. I had this idea to use these two different types of goat’s milk to come up with something really unique. It’s sweet and sassy and complex. I was inspired.
Zoe: So what are you saying? I’m your cheese muse?
Liz: I’m in love. I’m having a relationship with my pizza. You look like you’re breaking up with your pizza. What’s the matter?
Sofi: I can’t.
Liz: What do you mean you can’t? This is Pizza Margherita in Napoli, it is imperative to eat and enjoy that pizza.
Sofi: I want to, but I’ve gained like ten pounds. I mean, I’ve got this. . .right here in my tummy, you know this. . .what’s it called? What’s the word for it?
Liz: A muffin top. I have one too.
Sofi: I unbuttoned my jeans like five minutes ago just looking at this.
Liz: Lemme ask you a question, in all the years you’ve ever undressed for a gentleman–
Sofi: —it hasn’t been that many.
Liz: Alright. Has he ever asked you to leave? Has he ever walked out, left?
Liz: Because he doesn’t care. He’s in a room with a naked girl. He’s won the lottery. I’m so tired of saying no and waking up in the morning and recalling every single thing I ate the day before. Counting every calorie I consumed so I know exactly how much self-loathing to take into the shower. I’m going for it. I have no interest in being obese; I’m just through with the guilt. So this is what I’m going to do, I’m going to finish this pizza and then we’re going to go watch the soccer game and tomorrow we’re going to go on a little date and buy ourselves some bigger jeans.