“The point is, don't lie about who you are, Sloan. Own it in all its sordid, live, loud, and proud way. It might not be what everyone labels correct, especially the women in your life, but at least it's honest.”

“Point is, you can whine about it, or you can give this thing a shot. Either you're in or you're out. Love is love - even if it's only for a little while, that beats never.”

“Do you promise to help me pack up my apartment and get all my stuff? I have a lot of stuff. A lot. Shoes and purses and clothes and nail polish. I have way more purses than you brought and at least a gatrillion dresses. I can't live without them-''I promise to haul your shit around.”

“Honestly, Im having trouble with the fact that youre having difficulty believing us. You are the only one in the room levitating.”

“Steeple, people, banana-fana-fo-feeple. What the fuck ever. If you don't loosen up, lady, I'll drop your ass on it.”

“But if you feel better about how you present yourself to the world, how you feel about you, inside and out, I don't see the shallow in that.”

“At that point, when she'd been staring down the account-whoring, turbo-bitch's face, she wouldn't have much cared if her head spun around and she'd yarked up pea soup at warp speed all over her. At least it would have matched Linda's new color ranking.”