Brooke: Are you one of my lawyers?
Elle: Sort of.
Brooke: Well thank God one of you has a brain.
Elle: The rules of hair care are simple and finite. Any Cosmo girl would have known.
Elle: Bend and snap.
Elle: Uh. I'm sorry. I just hallucinated.
Brooke: You know a Delta Nu would never sleep with a man who wears a thong.
Elle: Never.
Brooke: I just liked to watch him change the filter.
Elle's Mother: Honey, you were First Runner-Up at the "Miss Hawaiian Tropics" contest. Why are you going to throw that all away?
Elle: Going to Harvard is the only way I'm going to get the love of my life back.
Elle's Father: Oh, sweetheart, you don't need law school. Law school is for people who are boring and ugly and serious. And you, button, are none of those things.
Elle: For that matter, any masturbatory emissions, where the sperm is not seeking an egg, could be termed reckless abandonment.
Professor Callahan: You've just won your case.
Elle: I just don't think that Brooke could've done this. Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't shoot their husbands, they just don't.
Elle: Warner, what kind of shoes are these?
Warner Huntington III: Umm... black ones.
Elle: All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs.
Jennifer: I knew you'd pay a price for this. I knew you couldn't be so hopelessly geek-ridden for so long without suffering some really tragic consequences.
Jennifer: Look at me! I'm pasty.
Skip: I don't know if I ever told you this before, but I think you're just about the keenest girl in the whole school.
Jennifer: Oh, really Skip? The keenest?
Jennifer: Hello! I've got like three pounds of underwire on here.
Jennifer: I was thinking of wearing that red thing... it's not slutty... it's fun.
Jennifer: I did the slut thing, David. It got kinda old.
