Vera Prescott: Why haven't I met you before?
Fred Melrose: Maybe you ain't been hangin' out in the mailroom.
Vera Prescott: Oooh, the "male room." I like that sound.
Brantley Foster: Please God, help me get out of this. I swear I'll go all over the world telling people not to screw the boss' wife.
Vera Prescott: I'm going to introduce you to the most powerful money men in New York, and if you can do to them what you've done to me.
Brantley Foster: I can't do that.
Vera Prescott: I mean bowl them over, darling! You're irresistible when you turn on that boyish charm.
Jean: I was having fun on this job! You had all this energy, and all these crazy ideas... and you kept taking your pants off.
Brantley Foster: Just when I thought it was safe to go back in the water.
Vera Prescott: That was a very expensive vase, you bitch.
Vera: I've swam laps from here to the moon in that pool... do you see anything on this body that isn't firm?
Brantley Foster: What's up? You seem kind of upset.
Christy Wills: I hate men.
Brantley Foster: Well! Glad I'm not one of 'em.
Grace Foster: Take this. It's Uncle Howard's phone number in New York.
Brantley Foster: I've got an uncle in New York?
Grace Foster: My cousin Ellen married his half-sister's nephew, before she got bit by that dog and died.
