Sonny: Claudia, I think you should go home. You're stressing everybody out.
Claudia: Nuh uh. My little schmoopy poopsy, I want in on the pajama party. That stupid Carly girl gets to stay, why can't I? I want to, I want to, I WANT TO!
Claudia: Look at me, look at me. I'm like totally pregnant and everything is wonderful and the birds are chirping and butterflies and puppy dogs and lollipops.
Jax: Claudia, I think you should leave. You're stressing everybody out.
Claudia: Nuh uh. Only my hubby wubby can tell me to go and he totally didn't.
Jason: Grunt, blink, stare, wuffle.
Sonny: Wait boy, has Timmy fallen in the well or are you trying to tell me Claudia was responsible for...............ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh Carly's RIGHT THERE.
Lulu: So what's this scam you're pulling on Tracy?
Luke: Nothing, but make sure you get all hot and bothered around your half brother, uh, I mean that greasy bartender guy, cuz that would be totally funny and you wouldn't be totally grossed out if you found out you were playing tonsil hockey with someone in your own gene pool.
Johnny: I'm not going to your stupid party.
Kate: What? How dare you defy me. I'm the great queen of magazines. Now I don't have anyone to represent my magazine, that I am the queen of, because it's not like I'm in a profession that has access to good looking men and women who would love to have their pictures taken on a daily basis. Maxie, if you don't move heaven and earth to fix my magazine, which I am the queen of, and create a fat free burger for me in your spare time, you're fired. Not the fun kind of fired, the kind that really totally sucks because I will continue to talk loudly at you for your failings because I'm the queen of this magazine.
Maxie: Spinelli, Spinelli, Spinelli, Spineilli, Spinelli.
Spinelli: Maximista? Let's play tonsil hockey, while the evil doer gets away.
Alexis: Helena's totally playing you to get your money, like she did all eleventy seven other times she played you.
Nik: Nuh uh.
Alexis: I'll give you a cajillion dollars to leave town and Nikolas
Rebecca: Hair flip, hand on hip, annoyed look, heavy sigh, roll eyes.
Patrick: For the eleventy seventh time, this is a really, really, really, really important and delicate surgery. And I can't stress enough just how really, really, really, really important it is.
LIz; All the lights are blinking.
Patrick; Damn, his MSG levels are dropping. Get me some more kung pao chicken and moo goo gai pan.
Matt: Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not a delivery man.