“[Devon:] Stop worrying. That's my job. You're the talent. You're supposed to go do ridiculous things and not think about the consequences until they slap the handcuffs on.”

“You're going to be too busy being at my beck and call to worry about doing any driving.”

“You're terrific as far as I'm concerned," replied Charlotte, sweetly, "and that's what counts. You're my best friend, and I think you're sensational. Now stop arguing and go get some sleep!”

“I depended on you....You're older, you're supposed to be my...my archive. That's what sisters do, remember for each other.”

“Mom," said Peter, "nobody thinks you're a lackwit, if that's what you're worried about."Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor's dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.”

“that's exactly the good thing about the Injun life--you don't have to stop and think about whether or not you're 'happy'--which in my opinionis a highly overrated human condition invented by white folks”