Catherine Hicks credited as playing...
- Annie: You want a piece of me? I brought seven kids into this world, I can take one out.
- [Annie is showing Ruthie her baby book]
- Annie: See my tummy? That's you.
- Ruthie: Maybe I never should have come out.
- Annie: But... look what you would've missed... riding on Daddy's shoulders... and Simon rocking you on the front porch... and Mary... giving you a bath in the kitchen sink.
- Ruthie: My butt was a lot smaller then.
- Annie: All of our... bottoms were a lot smaller then.
- Annie: Teenagers.
- Eric: Yeah, if you don't like their mood, wait 10 minutes.
- Annie: You may be weird, but at least you'll all be my honest little weirdos.
- Eric: A mother feeding her child is the most beautiful picture in the world.
- Annie: Do you have any idea how much this hurts?
- [During labor]
- Annie: Give me your hand.
- Eric: Why? Are you hurting?
- Annie: [sarcastically] No. I'm feeling... romantic.
- Annie: Ginger... somebody. What do you mean you don't know? How can you not know? How many "Ginger"s do you have there? Is there a "Ginger" convention in town or something?
- Annie: The fact that my kid is more concerned with the punishment than the crime tells me something. And you know what it tells me? My kid is a weenie.
- Mary: So I guess I'm grounded for life?
- Annie: That's a given.
- Annie: There is one thing I've noticed about teenage boys from watching your sisters, and that is they all come back. Sooner or later, all of them come back.
- [Eric is banging his head against the wall]
- Annie: Could you not do that, honey? I don't have time to plaster.
- [as Eric bangs his head into a wall during a visit from both of their parents]
- Annie: Honey, honey, not now. I don't have time to plaster.
- Annie: I'm losing a son-in-law whom I love and adore, and I'm getting... Rose?
- [about Simon]
- Annie: As soon as I get some rest, the little blond boy is mine.
- Ruthie: You two better not make a lot of noise and wreck my date.
- Simon: It's not a date, it's a play date. You're eight. I'm going on a date.
- Annie: It's not a date, you're twelve. It's a birthday dinner.
- Matt: I'm gonna be... a gynaecologist.
- Annie: Well, he does love women.
- [the boys are talking to Annie]
- Sam: I got a cookie under my pillow.
- David: I already ate mine.
- Annie: Why would you put a cookie under your pillow? Is it because there's no place in the kitchen to put your cookies?
- David: No, it's for emergencies.
- Annie: Who is in the hospital?
- Eric: The hospitalized.
- Annie: I need to talk to you in the living room.
- Sam: You're in trouble. Tell her you're sorry and you'll never do it again.
- Eric: I don't think that will work for me.
- David: Tell her Happy did it.
- Eric: I don't think that will work for me either.
- Simon: What's for breakfast?
- Annie: Any cereal in the cupboard you want.
