Grace McKee:
I can't believe you stole this! It's a terrible color!
[Practicing a duck and cover nuclear attack drill]
Young Hannah Rayburn:
Our desks aren't going to save us from nuclear annhilation.
Grace McKee:
The gum offers an extra layer of protection.
Adult Hannah Rayburn:
Somehow, somewhere a door had opened and I had taken the first step into what I can only call a state of grace.
Evelyn Rayburn:
[speaking of the sport] I never knew anyone who fenced.
Grandma Ida:
Sure you did. Your cousin fenced until the cops caught him trying to sell a stolen radio.
Tattie McKee:
Come on in have a drink!
Evelyn Rayburn:
We don't drink.
Tattie McKee:
Fascinating!
Grace McKee:
[discovering the Rayburns are Jewish] That's so cool. I've always wanted to be tortured for my faith.
Grace McKee:
[seeing numbers tatooed on someone's arm] What's with the numbers?
[Hannah kicks Grace]
Grace McKee:
Ow!
[Tattie, still in her pajamas, has just walked into the kitchen where Grandmother is sitting]
Grace's Grandmother:
It is after ten o'clock! Do you know, the only people who sleep this late in New England are ill?
Tattie McKee:
Yes, well, this is the South. The days are longer here - we pace ourselves.
[trying to improve her diet, Ida can't buy meat from Harold's butcher shop anymore]
Harold Bloomberg:
Ida, are you... breaking up with me?
Grandma Ida:
It's not you. It's your meat.
Harold Bloomberg:
I *am* my meat!
[telling a story to David, Evelyn, Hannah and Heschie]
Harold Bloomberg:
...So I said, "President Eisenhower, with all due respect, I wouldn't tell you how to cut the prime rate. Don't tell me how to cut the prime rib!"復(fù)制復(fù)制成功復(fù)制失敗，請(qǐng)手動(dòng)復(fù)制
