Sam Larson: If I go in there, I'm am gonna get murdered in the face.
Amy: This party is raging.
Kiki: What a turnout.
Martha Stewart: Hi, would you ladies like a Jell-O shot?
Amy: Is that, is that? Martha Stewart! Martha, Oh, my God.
Kiki: Thank you. Oh, my God.
Martha Stewart: Good, right?
Carla: I'm cumming.
Kiki: Oh, my God. What's in this?
Martha Stewart: Well, it's bespoke lingonberry gelatin... and a shitload of vodka.
Kiki: They're delicious.
Martha Stewart: I start my day with six of these.
Carl Black: We gotta make sure there're no more black people 'round here, 'cause they will snitch.
Sara: Dead? Is that what you told everyone? You poor heartbroken widower. That story must have wet the eyes of many young lasses. Maybe more than their eyes.
Hannah Steele: Um, are you stalking me, Mr. Black?
Christian Black: Hahaha! Yes.
Dan Frost: Them Bishop boys are coming for you? You don't need a gunslinger. You need a goddamn regiment.
James Payton: Now, you guys think it's gang-related. I say that's bullshit.
Maya: Because you're an expert on local gangs?
James Payton: No, I'm an expert on bullshit.
Sara: You're not real! You're not real! You're not real.
Maria: Who says a woman has to be married?
Toula: You, all our lives.
Kaa: Are you alone out here? What are you doing so deep in the jungle? Don't you know what you are? I know what you are. I know where you came from. Poor, sweet little cub. I'll keep you clossse. Let go of your fear now... And trussst in meee.
Yousef: You like Chicago?
Alan: Not in the winter.
Yousef: No, the band.