Nacho: I was wondering if you would like to join me in my quarters this night... for some toast.
Dusty: Why do they call it PMS? Because Mad Cow was already taken.
Mel: And try to keep it under a billion, it's all I've got...on me.
Open Mic Host: We've got one spot left. You guys got any new material?
JB: What we got's gonna turn your brain into shit.
Chev Chelios: What is this stuff?
Doc Miles: Synthetic ephedrine diluted with some saline.
Chev Chelios: Feels sort of good.
Doc Miles: Yeah well. I got a little Meth in there too, so that's the endorphins you feel running to your brain.
Chev Chelios: Wait a minute so I'm not better?
Doc Miles: Fuck no you're not better. You're in such shit shape it's stunning. I can't belive your hearts still beating. Shit should be in a fucking medical journal.
Aqua: When do I get to see the "Sagrada Familia"?
Chanel: When you learn how to pronounce it right.
Marnie Piper: They could cast another spell on Dylan, even as we speak.
Ethan Dalloway: And what? Make him do more math? He loves math.
Louis XVI: Ooooh! Your feet are like icicles.
Vanessa: You are going to rot in hell.
Victoria: I vacation there.
Randal Graves: Emma, are you like this 'cause you have an unnaturally large clit?
Emma: You just *had* to tell him, didn't ya?
Dante Hicks: It kinda came out one day!
Randal Graves: He says it's so big it's almost like a little cock, which says all kinds of weird things about him that I don't even wanna think about.