Lana: That was quite a story. Right entertainin', but Sugar I don't know who you think you're foolin'.
Hugh: What do you mean?
Lana: Lana may be three sheets to the preverbial wind, but I don't believe a single word coming out of your pretty, straight, little mouth.
Paul: Don't look at me with that tone of voice.
Paul: You know, I never knew what happiness was until I married your mother. And by then it was too late.
Trent: You know I'm not just asking you to dinner as a pre-emptive strike against litigation. I'm asking because.
Meredith: I'll have dinner with you.
Trent: What changed your mind?
Meredith: Anyone who can say 'preemptive strike against litigation' with a straight face deserves a dinner companion.
Meredith: Well, That doesn't take long does it?
Trent: What doesn't?
Meredith: I mean, you turn a guy down a-and wham. He just metamophoses into an anger ball.
Trent: An 'Anger ball'?
Meredith: See.
Keenan: This may sound corny, but... you don't want me. I'm damaged goods.
Joan: So? We're all damaged goods.
