Mrs. Towner: When did y'all get to be so integrated around here?
Lynn: This morning.
Eve: Whenever Adam gives me, such obviously incorrect information. I just smile, slap him on the knee and look out the window. Why spoil his dreams? They're such wonderful dreams.
Cher: Anything you can do to draw attention to your mouth is good.
Mel: Do you know what time it is?
Cher: A watch doesn't really go with this outfit, daddy.
Cher: Daddy's a litigator. Those are the scariest kind of lawyer. Even Lucy, our maid, is terrified of him. And daddy's so good he gets $500 an hour to fight with people. But he fights with me for free because I'm his daughter.
Cher: You can't be the absolute and final word on drivers' licenses?
DMV Tester: Girlie, as far as you're concerned, I am the messiah of the DMV.
Cher: Miss Stoeger, I would just like to say that physical education in this school is a disgrace. I mean, standing in line for forty minutes is hardly aerobically effective. I doubt I've worked off the calories in a stick of Carefree gum.
Cher: Do you prefer "fashion victim" or "ensembly challenged"?
Cher: It's like that book I read in the 9th grade that said "'tis a far far better thing doing stuff for other people."
Cher: Would you look at that body language? Legs crossed towards each other. That is an unequivocal sex invite.
Cher: Dee, when your allergies act up, take out your nose ring.
