Rose Morgan: I don't feel anything, isn't that great! I never thought about how I would feel, I only ever thought about you. I only wanted to make you happy, I never thought I was good enough for you.
Alex: Oh but you are good enough for me, Rose, you are.
Rose Morgan: I know, I know, but Alex, you're not good enough for me.
Rose Morgan: When my date takes me home and kisses me good night, if I don't hear the philharmonic in my head, I dump him.
Claire: Your hair looks good, the curls work. Why don't you get a perm?
Rose Morgan: I tried that once, I looked like Shirley Temple on crack.
Rose Morgan: This thing that we call a wedding ceremony is really the final scene of the fairy tale. They never tell you what happens after. They never tell you that Cinderella drove the Prince crazy with her obsessive need to clean the castle, cause she missed her day job, right?
Claire: Now you listen to me.
Rose Morgan: Take it easy, Claire.
Claire: Now, I want you to get up there and remember that this is MY day... and if you don't behave yourself, I'm gonna have your birth certificate blown up as a Christmas card.
Hannah Morgan: I should never have encouraged you to speak.
Gregory Larkin: But I love the old Rose! The one with no makeup and baggy clothes who loves 'the perfect bite'! She eats carrots now, isn't that tragic?
Claire: Now you spend an extra hour in front of the mirror every morning and every night. And now you'll be the one to walk into a room and scan it for who looks better than you and who doesn't. And as the years go by, the numbers change. One day you'll walk into a room and you're the last woman any man notices.
Rose Morgan: What, what? Yes, I have breasts. They cannot, however, be the subject of one of your papers.