Awkward conversation from one room away.
Rebekah: Are you in the bathroom?
Rebekah: Why are you calling me?
Charlie: I don't know.
Waitress: How's the salad?
Rebekah: It would be a whole lot better if I had a fork.
More things that make for awesome, uber-quotable...
Rebekah: This is what I hate about being unable to talk... I can't ever be heard.
Rebekah: I hate that I'm-- [pause] *facepalm*
Hannah, Charlie, Mom: [burst out in laughter]
Sometimes, having a sick mother makes for some...
Dad: [picks up] Hello?
Telephone: [muffled rehearsed phone solicitation for some multiple sclerosis organization]
Dad: [in reference to Mom's (now functional) liver] Multiple sclerosis? I'm sorry, but we have a disease of our own. Thanks anyway. :)