I acknowledge your pain...

Violet: Okay, look, Pete, Sheldon, I’m sleeping with both of you. I thought it was okay, but it’s not. I realize that you just can’t do that. I can’t do that, and… And I’m sorry.
Pete: Who are you?

Addison: Wouldn’t it be better just to figure out which one you wanna be with?
Violet: How can I choose? I mean, Pete is… Pete’s all heat. I just see him, and I melt. And Sheldon is comfort.
Addison: Like mac and cheese.
Naomi: What? Do you think this okay? What she’s doing?
Addison: I think that it’s hard to figure out who the right person is.
Violet: Thank you.
Addison: Yeah, I mean, Kevin’s great. But, you know, I mean, is he the one or is it someone else?
Naomi: I wanna be okay with Sonya, I do, but I don’t think I care that Sam is dating. But do I care? Am I in denial? No, no, this is about Maya, right? I’m not crazy, this is about Maya. I’m not crazy.
Violet: Does this really look like the time for therapy?

Cooper: Lift your shirt.
Pete: Excuse me?
Cooper: I need you to lift up your shirt. Trust me I’m a doctor.
Pete: You’re a pediatrician. That’s like half a doctor.
Cooper: Lift.
Pete: This isn’t one of your weird…
Cooper: There’s a tattoo. You’re sleeping with Violet?

This was just an excuse to show Pete lifting his shirt.

Charlotte: The police officers showed up in Evan’s hospital room. You know what they found?
Cooper: Your broomstick?