Hannah Warren: I suppose if Jenny stays she'll grow up to look like that. Blonde hair. Blonde teeth. Blonde life.
Bill Warren: You're not the same woman I left nine years ago.
Hannah Warren: And I have the missing ovaries to prove it.
Jane Harper: What kind of lunatic spends $1000 on lunch when he's out of a job and deeply in debt?
Dick Harper: The kind that knows you can't get a job if you look like a loser.
Jane Harper: If I was Diners Club, I'd your stomach bronzed and put it in the Hall of Fame.
Jane Harper: Interesting that the only two jobs you think I am qualified for are a secretary and a prostitute.
Dick Harper: You're not qualified to be a secretary.
Lillian: Hemingway, huh?
Sammy: Yes. Hemingway and Cocteau and his red necktie and the crème de la crème.
Dottie: Way down deep, he's very superficial.
Ruby: Charlie's face will blow up like a balloon.
Viola Fields: Good, then it will match the rest of her body.
Viola Fields: That slut is practically fornicating with him.
Ruby: I don't blame her, that boy's one fine piece of ass.
Viola Fields: What do you do for fun?
Pop Star: I love watching really old movies. They're my favorite.
Viola Fields: Really? Really? Which ones?
Pop Star: Well, "Grease" and "Grease II." Um, "Benji." I love "Benji." "Free Willy," um..."Legally Blonde," "The Little Mermaid."
Viola Fields: I thought you were dead, but evil doesn't die so easily.
Viola Fields: Let's go someplace near the ocean and drink lunch.
Viola Fields: The flower girls are drunk again.
Viola Fields: I cannot believe she compared me to Gertrude.
Ruby: I know. Now that's just wrong.
Viola Fields: Thank You.
Ruby: You are far worse. I don't recall Gertrude ever trying to poison you. And I'm pretty sure she wore black to your wedding.
Viola Fields: Black. Yeah, she said she was in mourning. I just want my son to be happy.
Ruby: Whatever made you think he wasn't?
Alex Sternbergen: I gotta call Jackie, maybe he call help. He's smart, he knows the people that are in charge.
Turner Kendall: In charge of what?
Alex Sternbergen: Everything. The world.
Turner Kendall: He's a hair dresser.
Alex Sternbergen: That's what he does, that's not what he is.
Turner Kendall: Spades, uh, they spend disproportionately on their transportation - also in dressing their young.
Alex Sternbergen: What are you, the Klan anthropologist?
Violet Newstead: What could we use to keep Hart quiet?
Judy Bernly: Blackmail?
Violet Newstead: Blackmail, oh that sounds good! What could we get on him...?
Judy Bernly: A sex scandal! Take a picture of him in bed with a prositute.
Doralee Rhodes: No, who'd care?
Violet Newstead: Yeah, Hart would just buy up all the copies and then distribute them as Christmas cards.
Violet Newstead: Oh, God. They know about the rat poison. I might as well just turn myself in.
Doralee Rhodes: Violet, it was an accident.
Violet Newstead: I'm a murderer.
Judy Bernly: No, you're not.
Violet Newstead: I'm a murderess. I'm gonna go to the pen. My poor kids. I'm gonna lose my job.
Judy Bernly: Violet, stop this.
Violet Newstead: I'm no fool. I've killed the boss, you think they're not gonna fire me for a thing like that?
