90210 (TV Series)

We're Not in Kansas Anymore (2008)

Lori Loughlin: Debbie Wilson

Quotes 

• [first lines] 

  Dixon Wilson : This sucks.

  Debbie Wilson : Dixon, how about a new phrase like "this bites" or "this blows"? because you've been saying "this sucks" for the last 1,500 miles.

  Dixon Wilson : 'Cause it sucks.

• Tabitha Wilson : [to Debbie]  You wanna help? Go yell at the gardener for parking his crap wagon in my driveway.

  Debbie Wilson : Actually, that's our crap wagon, Tabitha.

  Tabitha Wilson : Well, then park it around the corner so the neighbors won't notice.

• Harry Wilson : [to Dixon]  Look, I'm gonna talk to your coach tomorrow. We'll get this all worked out.

  Debbie Wilson : And make sure he's not too rough on our baby.

  Annie Wilson : Yeah, 'cause he is such a delicate flower.

• Debbie Wilson : I have a better idea, I can drive you home and we can swap stories about Harry's penis.

• Harry Wilson : I'm the first to admit that I wasn't the greatest guy back then.

  Debbie Wilson : I'm more concerned with the kind of guy you are now.

• Tracy Clark : [embarrassing guest]  Then, Harry... What were we? Like, seventeen?

  Harry Wilson : [just wishes she would leave]  I don't know. Uh, maybe we should call it...

  [gets up] 

  Tracy Clark : Then Harry decides that he would like to climb on the H of the Hollywood sign, because he thinks it looks like a ladder. Well, the whole thing comes crashing down and he's flying fifty feet. Oh, my God, did we laugh! I mean, he's lucky he wasn't killed!

  Harry Wilson : Well, that was a long time ago.

  [gets up] 

  Harry Wilson : Can I call you a cab?

  Tracy Clark : Oh, I have a better idea.

  [puts on coat, then, with a glint in her eyes:] 

  Tracy Clark : Why don't you drive me home?

  Debbie Wilson : [with fake grin]  Oh, or even better: *I* could drive you home, and we could swap stories about Harry's penis.

  Tracy Clark : [blanches]  I have enough of my own, thank you. I'll see myself out. Good night.

  Harry Wilson : [uncomfortably, as Tracy leaves:]  Mm. Uh-hmm. Uh...

  Debbie Wilson : [to Harry]  Now, okay, don't you ever give me grief about dating Morris Kornblum ever again, because *that* lady is

  [snickers] 

  Debbie Wilson : Crazytown.

  Harry Wilson : Right. In my defense, I - I was a teenager, she had a beach house.

  [Debbie scoffs] 

  Harry Wilson : Morris - Morris, he lived in a teepee.

  [points finger] 

  Harry Wilson : You were twenty-two.

  Debbie Wilson : Yeah, yeah. Let's go see Annie's dress for tomorrow night.