BELINDA:Your children are a pain in the neck...MASSIMO: They are mine when they misbehave—BELINDA: Which is always.MASSIMO: And yours when they behave like angels.BELINDA: I’ll be old by the time that happens.

MASSIMO: I will not let you give me up out of some misguided duty to God....You and I do not need to be alone to show devotion to God. Misery does not show true faith.

SOFIA: We’re not meant to be good and perfect. You know who lives longer? Married couples who enjoy under the sheets time alone. Enjoy the fun, but understand there must be an end goal.

DURANTE:Your children are rather mentally unstable. Particularly the girls. Must I put up with them all?

BELINDA: People say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead. I say tell the truth. The dead will know what God will tell them. So start talking.

Trust me, my parents have about as much impulse control as I do. If they didn't like you, you'd know. Hell, you'd have been sitting in the car until I finished eating.

PAUL: ...We’re a very close family. We don’t take kindly to people playing Daily Mail on our family for no good reason.

DURANTE: They are eighteen year olds in half centenarians’ bodies.

MASSIMO: "After all I have done, to have you love me is nothing less than a miracle."BELINDA: He was wrong. Loving him was the easiest thing in the world. That they’d found each other after their respective histories was the miracle.

He took a breath. “My future wife’s in the police...“Wait, wait, wait. How long have you been going out with this woman?”Luca cleared his throat again, this time with deserved sheepishness. “We met yesterday.