“Sorry, When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- It's a quacking saint.”

“When it walks like a saint, and quacks like a saint- it's a quacking saint."-Della”

“That’s the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts smelling more like a skunk.”

“Thanks, but that's not going to fix anything. It's like putting a Band-Aid on a bullet wound.”

“Change his mind. Tell him you're sorry you grilled his shorts." That you're sorry you've got ice running through your veins .”

“Then maybe it's time to change that." Della sat back in her chair."Change what?" Kylie asked."Come out of the closet. You know, like...'I'm gay and here to stay.' You'd need a different slogan, but maybe, 'I'm a lizard and if you don't like it, I'll eat out your gizzard.'" Della chuckled. "Okay, it needs some work, but you get what I mean.”

“Burnett fidgeted. She had never seen Burnett like this. He looked like a kid who needed to go to the bathroom.”