Frank Atwood: [lovers' murmuring, off-screen] Oh, come on. Yes, you did. You know it.
Kaitlin Cooper: [entering the kitchen, interrupting them] Oh, my God.
Julie Cooper: [they had been cuddling] Oh, hi, honey. Sorry, I didn't hear you coming down.
Kaitlin Cooper: [at refrigerator] Look, Mom, do you mind? I still have to eat in here.
Julie Cooper: What can I get you? You want some scrambled eggs? Or I can whip up some pancakes.
Frank Atwood: [soft, loving whisper to Julie] You cook too? That's amazing.
Julie Cooper: Oh, it's just a talent I have.
Frank Atwood: [full of innuendo] Yeah, one of many.
Kaitlin Cooper: [morosely] I'm seriously never gonna stop barfing.
Julie Cooper: Kaitlin, don't be gross.
Kaitlin Cooper: Me, gross? What's gross is Frank's dirty, grimy convict bag sitting there on the counter. I mean, what, did the warden give it to you as a going-away present?
Julie Cooper: [sternly] Kaitlin - -!
Frank Atwood: It's okay, it's okay. It shouldn't be on the counter.
[puts it on the floor]
Frank Atwood: Though I actually got it at REI.
Kaitlin Cooper: Well, why bother with a bag? You can just as well move in. You spend enough time here anyway.
Julie Cooper: [insistent] Young lady, apologize!
Kaitlin Cooper: [smirking] I'm sorry, Frank. Feel free to have as many conjugal visits as you'd like.
Taylor Townsend: [lying on her tummy on the bed, legs drawn back, barefoot, talking on the phone to psychic hotline] Ooh what? The Hermit? My soul card is The Hermit? Are you kidding me?
Taylor Townsend: Okay, Esmeralda, I have to go. I'll call you next year.