Rachel: Girl, you could be dancin' on the floor. I wanna see your bras.
Violet: Cammie, I think I just fell in love with you.
Cammie: Oh Violet, I'm not a lesbian. I played in the minors but never went pro.
Violet: That's not, what I meant.
Violet: Look, are you really the owner? 'Cause I've had a rough couple of days and so the last thing I need is some waitress on a power trip wastin' my time.
Lil: You start Friday night.
Cammie: I'm Cammie, the Russian tease.
Violet: Violet, the Jersey nun.
Cammie: That one's Rachel, the New York bitch. We all play our little parts. Only Rachel really is a bitch, and I really am a tease.
Lil: Cammie, you can only be a tease if you stop sleepin' around, babe.
Cammie: Yeah, I keep forgetting that part.
Rachel: Lil, do we serve water with our whiskey?
Lil: Only water I serve's got barley and hops in it. Hey everybody, do we serve water in this bar?
Everybody: Hell, no H2O.
Girl: Can I ask you somethin'?
Girl: What - Oh, what does Coyote Ugly mean?
Lil: Did you ever wake up sober after a one night stand, and the person you're next to is layin' on your arm, and they're so ugly, you'd rather chew off your arm then risk waking 'em? That's coyote ugly.
Girl: My God. But, why would you name your bar after somethin' like that?
Lil: Oh, because Cheers was taken.
Lil: Hey, everybody, shut up! I'd like you to meet my new girl, whose name is... Jersey! Jersey, is an ex kindergarten teacher, and a former nun, who just escaped from the convent, and is tired of being the only virgin in New York City! Would anyone like to buy her a drink?
Lil: I'm married to that bar. Hell, I'd, uh, I'd sleep there, if I had the guts to walk around barefoot. But that's me, you know. I'm the original coyote. Just a small town gal trying to make it in the big bad city.
Violet: Small town gal?
Lil: Piedmont, North Dakota. You ever tell anyone that, I'll kill ya.
Violet: Why won't you give up on this?
Kevin: Because I've been giving up on people my entire life and it's a nasty little habit, so you're going to sing at the club or.
Violet: Or you'll what?
Kevin: I'll never kiss you again.
Violet: That sounds like a threat, Mr. O'Donnell.
Kevin: Well, let's just say it's going to be quite a long, cold winter.
Violet: That's supposed to convince me?
Kevin: It's working, isn't it? Your knees are getting weak.