Cassandra: Can you smell bluebells?
Rose: I can smell heaven.
Theodore Banner: You're my creative team, create a reason to get rid of her or I'll create a new creative team.
Father: How little you understand, Miss Ross. And how dangerous your ignorance has become.
Betty Ross: I'm sorry?
Father: Don't be sorry. My son is... unique. That's why you can't relate to him. And because he is unique, the world will not tolerate his existence. Will they? But you - you try. Don't you?
Darrell: Eva's sisters gave her a cross with Jesus on it for her birthday, the next day Jesus was gone.
Charles Townsend: Bosley, I hope the Angels aren't being too rough on you.
Bosley: Man, please. I date fat women. What you talkin' 'bout?
Terry Sheridan: You can break my wrist, but I'm still gonna kiss you.
Sarah Morton: Awards are like hemorrhoids. Sooner or later every asshole gets one.
Tess (in Anna's body): You pierced your navel?
Anna (in Tess' body): Yeah, I... meant to talk to you about that.
Tess (in Anna's body): When did you do this?
Anna (in Tess' body): At Maddie's cousin's sweet 16.
Tess (in Anna's body): Well, when you get your body back, it's grounded.
Thomas Garrett: Oh, women. Can't live with 'em. Can't live with 'em.
Ron Launius: What the fuck am I going to do with a microwave?
John Holmes: You can heat food with it.
Ron Launius: The only thing I want to heat up right now is some dope.
Bert: I'm gonna call it off.
Glen: I think you'd better.
Fritzi: Wait.
Bert: Fritzi, what in the hell are you doing here?
Fritzi: Well I... I knew you'd be discussing stopping the show and I just thought how disappointed all the kids would be after.
Bert: You scheming little bitch.
Fritzi: Oh please! I'm a child.
Bert: If you think for one.
Fritzi: Oh save the speech, rummy. She's fucked, I'm ready, and the goddamn show must go on. So let's get cracking, shall we?
Jerry Lynch: You just don't have the requisite Celtic soul, man.
Michael Corvin: I want to stay with you.
Premium Fantasy woman: You like massage?
Bob: I don't think I like massage anymore.
Chris: T minus two hours. Bras off to avoid strap marks.
Celia: As we speak darling, as we speak.
Matt Lee Whitlock: Sometimes I think you want me to shoot you, Chae.
Freddy Bender: Objection, Your Honor! Strangling the witness.
Judge Marva Munson: I'm going to allow it.
