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.
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.
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: 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.
Gregory Larkin: Rose, I love you and I... I want to be married to you.
Rose Morgan: Gregory, You are married to me.
Gregory Larkin: Uh... that's right.
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.
Rose Morgan: It's not a date. We're just agreeing to eat at the same table.
Rose Morgan: What, what? Yes, I have breasts. They cannot, however, be the subject of one of your papers.
Gregory Larkin: You don't use make-up, do you?
Rose Morgan: What's the point? I'd still look like me, only in color.
Claudia Draper: Now, you talk to me and pretend I'm sane, okay?
Aaron Levinsky: Okay.
Claudia Draper: And I'll do the same for you.
Dr. Hebert A. Morrison: Do you think I'm one of the guys trying to put you away?
Claudia Draper: They don't pay you to turn me loose, do they?
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Would you like a cup of coffee?
Claudia Draper: Not unless there's Thorazine in it.
Dr. Herbert A. Morrison: Sorry, only milk and sugar.
Claudia Draper: Pass.
Claudia Draper: I know women who marry men they despise so they can drive a Mercedes and spend summers in the Hamptons.
Susan Lowenstein: Just admit it. You love her more.
Tom Wingo: No. Not more, Lowenstein. Only longer.
Susan Lowenstein: I've gotta find me a nice Jewish boy. You guys are killing me.
Esther Hoffman: You can trash your life but you're not going to trash mine.
