Nicole: What a pleasant surprise.

Brady: What, me or the treats?

Nicole: That's a loaded question, but both.

Nicole: Well, I will definitely take the cake, but, uh, pass on the lattes.

Brady: Pass on the lattes? What, are you watching your weight? Don't tell me you're watching your girlish figure.

Brady: Well, I'm just trying to figure this out here. What did happen? Did you--did you accidentally bump into each other in the night, it was very dark and, "Oops, I got pregnant"?

Nicole: Okay, stop judging me.

Brady: So you--instead of lending an ear, you had sex?

Nicole: Oh, glad you stopped judging me. Thanks.

John: [Sighing] We shouldn't even be here, Doc. You know, the more I think about it, the more I just wanna bust into the DiMera mansion and put my hands around that old man's throat and finally, finally kill the bastard.

Marlena: Honey, that's your claustrophobia talking.

Hope: It's as depressing as the 6:00 news.

Bo: Yeah. Just telling you how I feel.

Sami: No, I don't know what evidence saved John or how Rafe got it. Um, he didn't say, and I didn't ask.

EJ: You didn't ask? Doesn't sound very much like you.

Stefano: Those were just life's little lessons.

EJ: Life's little lessons, were they? You know, most people, when they're teaching their sons lessons, they take them to play catch or they go fishing with them.