If you took all the people J.R. trampled on to get to where he is today and lined them up, they'd stretch from one end of Texas to the other.
The Joan of Arc would be a drunk too if she was married to you.
There's nothing in this world Jock wants more than a grandson; I haven't given him one because of your disinterest in me. She's pregnant. Little brother Bobby and that Barnes girl are going to have a baby named Ewing. Maybe a boy! Think about that!
[to JR] Nothing brings out the best in you like other people's unhappiness.
You and I will not live as man and wife. From now on, it's seperate bedrooms and seperate lives.
If you do anything to hurt that young man, you are going to wake up one morning and find out you no longer have a wife, even in name only... and you will no longer have a son. So no threats J.R or I will end this mockery we call a marriage once and for all.
