: Oh, what glorious patches! Jamie: Thank you, ma'am. Phyllis: Where can I buy them? Cleo: Ma'am, you don't buy them, you earn them. Phyllis: Oh! Like jewelry! Phyllis: You never give me credit for anything I do. Freddy: That's because you never do anything! Freddy: You had so much energy, you were so creative, I couldn't wait to see what you'd do with it. And see, now I know what you did with it. You Went Shopping! Phyllis: Hey, I went shopping, Buster, to furnish your perfect house, to build your perfect image, to be your perfect Beverly Hills wife! Claire: So much for being normal. Troop: We're the girls from Beverly Hills, shopping is our greatest thrill! Phyllis: Her recommendations for a campsite were totally unsuitable. There were no outlets. And there was dirt, and bugs, and... and it rains there. So anyway, we've found a place that's much more us: the Beverly Hills Hotel. Phyllis: I may be a beginner at some things, but I've got a black belt in shopping! Velda: You call this roughing it? Phyllis: One bathroom for nine people? Yes. Rosa: Patches? We don't need no stinkin patches. Phyllis: The parents here are so self involved. Shit, I broke a nail! Freddy: If you contributed anymore to this marriage, we would be on welfare. Hannah: It's about time you two grew up. Phyllis: That just frosts my cookies! Annie: You can't put wine in Hobo stew! Phyllis: Why not? What goes better with Hobos than wine? Phyllis: This dance is called "The Freddie." I know, I know. Life is so ironic. Hannah: Why don't you guys just kiss and make up? That way, I won't end up in therapy twice a week, like Tessa! Freddy: Honey, you'll be much less neurotic if your parents are happily divorced, rather than unhappily married. Phyllis: Thank you, Phil Donahue. Freddy: I saw it on Oprah! Cheech Marin: [to Annie Herman] Are you related to Pee Wee?