“As for the age of electronics, Selena, I really don't want to get personal with something that comes with a warning label and batteries. (Grace)”

“Four years with no sex? Don’t tell me that you’ve forgotten this is the Age of Electronics? I mean, really, do any of your patients know how long you’ve gone without sex? (Selena)Keep your voice down. I don’t think it’s the business of my patients whether or not I’m a born-again virgin. And as for the Age of Electronics, I really don’t want to get personal with something that comes with a warning label and batteries. (Grace)”

“Yeah, well, to hear you talk, most men should come with warning labels. (She lifted her hands up to frame her next statement.) Attention, please, Psycho Alert. Me, he-man, am prone to nasty mood swings, lengthy pouts, and possess the ability to tell a woman the truth about her weight without warning. (Selena)”

“Grace? Are you tipsy? (Selena)Maybe just comfortably toasty. Pop tart toasty. (Grace)”

“Don’t touch me. It makes my skin crawl. (Grace)Grace! I can’t believe you– (Selena)At least she didn’t spit in my face with her dying breath. (Julian)They shoot, they score. A direct hit straight through the heart and into the raw nerves. (Selena)”

“Honey, you need to get laid. (Selena)Why don’t you speak a little louder, Lanie? I don’t think the guys in Canada were able to hear you. (Grace)Oh, I don’t know. They’re probably headed south even as we speak. (Waiter)”

“If I said I wouldn’t toss him out of my bed for eating crackers, would you leave me alone? (Grace)Maybe. What else wouldn’t you toss him out of bed for? (Selena)Eating greasy grimy gopher guts? (Grace)”