Nurse Amy: She's your wife's landlord. That would be your present wife, number four, isn't it? And she wants all your belongings out of the house by to-night.
Michael: And did she say why?
Nurse Amy: Nooo, but I'm sure we'll be reading about it in tomorrow morning's newspaper.
Lexi Sterling Cooper: Get out of my way, moron.
Dr. Michael Mancini: It's "Doctor Moron" for you.
Brooke: Maybe it's time for us to bury the hatchet.
Alison: Gee, you'd have to pull it out of my back first.
Amanda Woodward: Count your friends, Michael... Oops, done already?
Amanda: Until now I have tolerated you childish behavior but this crosses the line.
Craig: I just thought that since San Francisco went so well.
Amanda: ...you'd see if you could charm me into bed? There's only one man who can do that, and that's my husband, whom I happen to love very much.
Taylor Davis McBride: The baby's kicking again.
Dr. Michael Mancini: Well, of course he is. You're his mother. I'm surprised he's not screaming bloody murder and holding up a liquor store.
Amanda Woodward: Is your memory that selective or are you just suffering from some grand delusion?
Michael: Call me old-fashioned, but I'd like to know who I'm sleeping with.
Amanda Woodward: I just think sometimes I'm a little too blunt with people and I should work on that.
Jo Beth Reyonds: Couldn't hurt.
Michael: How you doin' Syd?
Sydney: You scum.
Michael: Yeah, I miss you too.
Sydney: By the way, Kimberly, how is electroshock going? Certainly has put an attractive curl in your hair.
Sydney Andrews Mancini Field: Nice club Amanda.
Amanda Woodward: Thank you. Now go away.
