Marcus: I'm not a bathroom attendant.
Claire: You're making me an accessory.
Ronna: Okay Claire, that bracelet of mine you're wearing, that's an accessory.
Burke: Listen, I just want to make a deal here. Can we make a deal?
Ronna: Who the hell are you? Monty Hall?
Claire: Gay men are so hot. It's tragic.
Marcus: Are you happy now? Is your British ass happy?
Todd: Hey Ronna, how are sales?
Ronna: Todd, I can explain.
Todd: I'm not going to ask you to. It's not like I'm in a highly ethical industry. But Goddamned, Ronna. You fucked me over for twenty lousy hits.
Zack: It really didn't go as bad as it could have.
Adam: A girl is dead, Zack.
Zack: I didn't say it went perfectly.
Adam: Is it safe to have a radio attached to my balls like this?
Marcus: Get away from me! You're bad luck.
Todd: Ronna, I just gave you a favor.
Ronna: And here I thought you just gave me head.
Stringy Haired Woman: Don't think you're something you're not. I used to have your job.
Ronna: Look how far it got you.
Zack: Let's think about this logically. She's either alive, or she's dead.
Tiny: Yo, I told you, my mother's mother's mother was black.
Marcus: Your mother's mother's mother, f - this ain't "Roots", mutha... Man, I wanna see a picture of this Nubian princess. If you were any less black, you would be clear.
Todd: What do you want for Christmas, Claire?
Claire: I don't know.
Todd: Do you want to get laid?
Todd: No, you don't wanna get laid, or no, you do, but you don't wanna get laid - with me?
Ronna: I need a favor.
Todd: Wow, I didn't know we were such good friends, Ronna! Because if we were, you would know I give head before I give favors and I didn't even give my best friends head, so the chances of your getting a favor is pretty fucking slim.
Singh: Just so we're clear, you stole a car, shot a bouncer, and had sex with two women?