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

“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)”

“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)”

“You're not an idiot. You're just eccentric. (Selena)That's what they said about Mary Todd Lincoln. Until they locked her up. (Grace)”

“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)”

“I’m not ogling him for myself. I’m ogling him for you. It was, after all, your sex life we were discussing. (Selena)Well, my sex life is just hunky-dory, and not the business of the people in this restaurant. (Grace)”

“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)”