Carol: I just want to give you my card. I'm not a vocal coach anymore, but I would make an exception for you because you sound like a squeaky toy. And I don't mean that in a bad way.
Carol: This Wednesday, one woman will teach another woman to sound a little less retarded.
Nancy: I met a man today. For the first time in ages, I put myself out there. And I took a chance. Blah, blah, blah, the end.
Annie Dwyer: If we die here tomorrow, it will have been worth it.
Lucy: Chuck! If I catch you taking pictures of your dick one more time I'm taking that thing away.
Lucy: Fuck you, Chuck! You're very talented but fuck you!
Ashley: Dan! Sorry, the phone scared me so I killed it.
Chloe: Max, Come on, I'm your friend. Okay? And as your friend, I gotta be honest with you. I don't care about you or your problems.
Chloe: Because she's a dog person, Max. And dog people do weird, inexplicable things. Like... they get dogs instead of cats.
Tipper: If I could kill someone with my mind right now, it would be you.
Tipper: I just wanna junk-punch him in his man business.
Tipper: You know why.
