Maurice: Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time.
Vivian: Nice outfit.
Elle: Oh, I like your outfit too, except when I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated.
Brooke: Are you one of my lawyers?
Elle: Sort of.
Brooke: Well thank God one of you has a brain.
Professor Callahan: Let the blood bath begin.
Warner Huntington III: Excuse me, I'm sorry... are you here to see me?
Elle: No, silly. I go here.
Elle: The rules of hair care are simple and finite. Any Cosmo girl would have known.
Elle: For that matter, any masturbatory emissions, where the sperm is not seeking an egg, could be termed reckless abandonment.
Professor Callahan: You've just won your case.
Elle: I don't need back-ups. I'm going to Harvard.
C.U.L.A. Advisor: Well then, you'll need excellent recommendations from your professors.
Elle: Okay.
C.U.L.A. Advisor: And a heck of an admissions essay.
Elle: Right.
C.U.L.A. Advisor: And at least a 175 on your LSATs.
Elle: I once had to judge a tighty-whitey contest for Lambda Kappa Pi. Trust me, I can handle anything.
Elle: Bend and snap.
Answer: In hair terms, a fringe, the piece that hangs in front of your eyes. Seems to be just a US term.
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