Richard: How's my little third-grader?
Richie: I look ridiculous in these clothes.
Richard: Yeah... you kinda do.
Christine: Richard, don't make this harder for me.
Richard: I'm sorry. [to Richie] Cool pants, is that Rayon?

Christine: Well, I'm leaving. I want to thank you for a particularly humiliating afternoon.
Belinda: Are you mad at me?
Christine: Mad at you? Oh no, that was great. I don't know which part was my favorite: serving drinks to the "Meanie Moms" or watching Marly's husband massage your gums with his tongue.
Belinda: I know. I'm sorry. I should have locked the door.
Christine: Yeah, that's pretty much the only thing that was wrong with it. You know, I'm not Marly's biggest fan but she really doesn't deserve this.
Belinda: I know. It's wrong, but I hope that you and I can still be friends.
Christine: Yeah, I don't think so.
Belinda: Why, because I'm Portuguese? Because I'm a maid?
Christine: Ah, no, it's because, well, you're kind of a whore.

Christine: It's not a lesson party, it's a party... with a lesson.

Frank: What are the families like?
Christine: Great families--very involved.
Frank: But would you describe them as having good values?
Christine: "Good values?" Oh, definitely, great values, I mean just like us.
Frank: Good, cause our last school had way too many fags.

Christine: Oh, come on, it hasn't been that bad, has it? I mean, didn't doing it in your car last week make you feel like a teenager?
Burton: Yeah, until I got home and I had to ice... everything.
Christine: No kidding, I got a bruise from knee to nipple.

Liz: Do you like being a nanny?
Matthew: I do, although I prefer the word manny.

Christine: I was vulnerable, I was having a hard day! You took advantage of me!
Richard: You put your hands down my pants!

Burton: You okay there?
Christine: Yeah, it's my new date-night underwear. It just got to fifth base.

Christine: Do you ever let your armpit hair grow, just to see how long it can get?
Belinda: Ew, no. Do you?
Christine: Nooo...

Richard: It shouldn't be this difficult. I mean I said 'I love you' on our first date, and you said it back to me.
Christine: We had just seen Ghost. I would have told the movie-usher I loved him.
Richard: It's good to know our marriage was based on such a rock solid foundation.
Christine: It worked out pretty good... except for the divorce.

Burton: Christine, I'm sorry. I know you were probably kind of surprised to see that I was seeing someone so soon after we broke up. But I really didn't think it would bother you, especially since you're the one who broke up with me.
Christine: Oh, no, it didn't bother me. I've seen people too, lots. I'm the town factory for God's sake. You can't close me down.

Matthew: What's going on?
Christine: Nate just said the "F" word.
Matthew: So? You say that word all the time; you said it three times in the car on the way over here.
Christine: No, the other "F" word--the gay one.

Christine: Ritchie, we have talked about this. You're eight years old. We live in Los Angeles. You have to learn how to swim.
Ritchie: Why?
Christine: Because, honey, you can't keep going to pool parties telling people you're having your period.

Christine: Are you saying that the divorce was my fault?
Hillary: It wouldn't be ethical of me to tell you that.
Christine: Was it anyone's fault?
Hillary: Yes.
Christine: Was it Richard's fault?
Hillary: No.

Christine: [about her dry spell] Sex used to be my thing. God, in-fact senior year in high school I was a bit of a slut. That is what I was known for.