To Gillian on Her 37th Birthday

1996

Esther: Oh, that's such poetic bullshit.

Gillian: One more night like it used to be.

Rachel: That was my first kiss using my tongue. I probably shouldn't admit that.

David: (To Rachel) You're drunk! (To Joey) She's drunk. Joey: They were big cups.

David Lewis: Don't you think it is a little insensitive fixing me up on her birthday? Paul Wheeler: Gillian has no more birthdays.

Esther Wheeler: He will be all right. It's just, he really loved her.

Cindy Bayles: He's not going to fall for you. Live people can't compete with dead ones.

Gillian Lewis: Go play with the live girls.

David Lewis: She's ungracious, she's arrogant and this year she's going to gag on the taste of unmitigated defeat. Paul Wheeler: She's nine.

Paul Wheeler: (trying to calm his wife down) Honey... sugar... Esther Wheeler: Stop calling me food!