Mel: What's with you, kid? You think the death of Sammy Davis left an opening in the Rat Pack?
Cher: Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.
Cher: So, this flannel thing. Is that a nod to the crispy Seattle weather, or are you just trying to stay warm in front of the refrigerator?
Cher: Okay, so you're probably going, "Is this like a Noxzema commercial or what?" But seriously, I actually have a way normal life for a teenage girl.
Cher: Searching for a boy in high school is as useless as searching for meaning in a Pauly Shore movie.
Mel: You mean to tell me that you argued your way from a C+ to an A-?
Cher: Totally based on my powers of persuasion, you proud?
Mel: Honey, I couldn't be happier than if they were based on real grades.