[from Reba]
[Van confronts Cheyenne with the alcohol bottle Reba found in their closet]
Van: Cheyenne is this your bottle?
Cheyenne: My bottle? Why would you think that is my bottle?
Van: Well, it's not mine, and if it's not yours...then our three-year-old has a major problem!
[from Reba]
Van: [to Brock] Why don't you ask Mrs. H. to talk to Barbra Jean? She doesn't mind saying mean things to her.
Reba: I'm in.
Brock: You don't even know what we're talking about.
Reba: Doesn't matter, if it's about Barbra Jean and it's mean, I'm in.
[from Special Unit 2]
Jonathan: It’s sand.
Kate: What kind of sand is it?
Jonathan: Sand… sand.
Nick: Obviously your six years of high school weren’t wasted.
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