Sadie Ratliff: You're in America now. Speak American.
Rose Shelton: I had other plans this evening.
Sadie Shelton: I know what your plans were, to hold up in your room and make love to the pastry cart. Now put down the éclair and get down there.
Sadie Ratliff: That's what the French call a bedet.
Rose Ratliff: Well, those French must be taller than me.
Rose Shelton: I hate my job... I hate shopping... I hate New York in June. How about you?
Sadie Ratliff: I hate grits, and I hate men who smell like beer and bean dip, and I hate making love in the back of recreational vehicles!
Roon Dimmick: That's some classical music you got there, right?
Graham Sherbourne: Uh, yes.
Roon Dimmick: I could tell. No lyrics.
Sadie Shelton: Oh my God, how did I get so fat? I look like a walleyed salmon! What did he use a wide angle lens?
Bum: There's two of everyone in there.
Sadie Shelton: Do you want one of the board members to see you? They'll say you're a sniffling hysterical pre-periodic twit.
Rose Shelton: I have a right to my own feelings Sadie and I am not a twit. I may be pre-periodic and I may be hysterical. So what?
Sadie Shelton: So there are drugs for those things and we make most of them.
Sadie Shelton: I don't see how is it that you, my own sister, can stuff your face and nothing happens and I subsist on 60 calories a day or else blow up like a Macy's Day float.
Roon Dimmick: Hey, I like your kimono! D'ya get that in 'Nam?
Chuck: Ah no, Fire Island.
