Abel Frake: [tasting the mincemeat] Doesn't taste like Grandma Stiches.

Margy Frake: Ohh... but the house you live in...
Harry Ware: It's got to be the same. No old clapboard shingle business. There is a new kind of plastic, pre-fabricated job. I want you to see it at the catalog home.
Margy Frake: Is it pretty?
Harry Ware: Sure, but whats more important it's termite proof. Wait 'til you see it, they tell you how to furnish it too. No rugs or carpets, there just dust collecters... Linolium through the whole house, wait until you see the pictures, it's sleek and smooth easy to keep clean... well it's like every room in the house was a Bathroom!
Margy Frake: Sounds real cozy...

Margy Frake: Pat!
Pat Gilbert: Yes?
Margy Frake: I was only talking. I couldn't marry anybody but you. Ever!

Harry Ware: Biggest boar in the world, I bet.
Margy Frake: All depends on how you spell it.

McGee: [putting a drunk Wayne to bed] One shoe off and the other shoe off. Diddle diddle dumpling my son John. Hey, that don't rhyme like it used to.

Melissa Frake: Abel Frake, I am not putting liquor in my cooking!

Melissa Frake: I don't know what's gotten into you lately. All you do is sit around and mope.
Margy Frake: I don't sit around and mope.