Grace Arden: You'll be at the hotel before they arrive.
Ellen Wagstaff Arden: I can't DO that, Grace!
Grace Arden: WHY can't you? You're his wife.
Ellen Wagstaff Arden: So is she.
Grace Arden: She's his bride.
Ellen Wagstaff Arden: What's he difference?
Grace Arden: A honeymoon, and you're not goin' to let them have one.
District Attorney: Your Honor, in effort to expedite matters in this somewhat unusual hearing, we pray decisions on a number of legal actions filed concurrently, all of which are components of one basic familial disturbance.
Judge Bryson: [bemoaning] Sounds like something The Court of Appeals is gonna reverse me on already.
Judge Bryson: Well, are you gonna answer the question or is she going to talk for you the rest of your life?
Judge Bryson: And you down there, stop that whispering. This is a court of law, not a public library.
Judge Bryson: Freud's dead. Probably from arthritis.
Ellen Wagstaff Arden: We have such problems, don't you?
Nicholas Arden: Kids aren't hard to bring up. Just pretend they're someone else's.
Stephen Burkett: Man, she sure looks great in clothes.