Catherine Frazier: It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream, you know the one, when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but it's all out of your control, you can't trust anything anymore, no-one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no-one will be able to break your heart like that again.
Sylvia Fowler: Weren't you taking some puppet-making class?
Edie Cohen: Let me tell you something. Weird crowd of people, the puppet people.
Catherine Frazier: Don't be bitter, Mary... It leads to Botox.
Catherine Frazier: I ordered you a gimlet. I know you don't drink in the afternoon, but you will eventually, so why not start now?
Edie Cohen: It was so amazing, and we're so proud of you. And I am so sorry that I won't be able to stay longer to help you celebrate. But my water just broke.
Barbara Delacorte: Everything was wonderful, Mary. I must have the name of your caterer. So yummy.
Mary Haines: Oh, no. I made everything myself. I think people appreciate the personal touch.
Barbara Delacorte: You cooked? Oh, Mary, how could you. What were you thinking? Now we'll all have to do that.
Sylvia Fowler: A 45-minute orgasm? Who has the time?
Edie Cohen: I wanna keep going until I get a boy.
Alex Fisher: Don't we have enough of those?
April Cohen: Mommy, I'm tired of shopping. Can we go? I wanna go.
Edie Cohen: We can't go. Aunt Sylvie is stalking somebody. When she's finished, we can leave.
