Rhonda: I'm sweating like Whitney Houston going through customs.
Meg Swan: This? This is a fish. This is a fish! You know what? Just shut up.
Meg Swan: We met at Starbucks. Not at the same Starbucks but we saw each other at different Starbucks across the street from each other.
Hamilton Swan: Honey, I'm thinking of switching to the mock turtleneck?
Meg Swan: Is that not breathing?
Hamilton Swan: Well, it's breathing now, but it'll be hot down there. I could go with the lambswool, but then again, you'll see a lot of khaki down there and this merlot looks good with the gray.
Mrs. Cheung: He's here, isn't he? My Tomi?
Helen Wells: What was that about? Who's Tomi?
Sydney Wells: Her son.
Helen Wells: Where was he?
Sydney Wells: He's dead.
