Patty: Rayanne reminds me a lot of a roommate I had in college.
Angela: Well, did you like her??
Patty: Yeah. But, one night something happened.
Angela: What happened?
Patty: Oh, the same thing that happened with Rayanne tonight. Except she died.
Angela: I'm sorry, Mom.
Patty: No. Honey, you did the right thing, calling me.

Rayanne's mom: When I get back, we're gonna have a long talk, Rayanne Marie! But, tonight, you're too drunk! You're like a drunken old fool! I want this place cleaned up by the time I get home!!
[she leaves, and Rickie and Angela run to Rayanne. Rickie holds her]
Rayanne: [weakly] Why is it so cold, Rickie? Why is it so cold?...

Rayanne: [After Angela has been talking loudly as Jordan walked by] Angela, he's gone. You can talk like a normal person.
Angela: Oh, God.
Rayanne: You have got to progress to the next phase of this. I mean, think of Rickie and me. How much more can we take?
Angela: I just don't want to look like I'm throwing myself at him.
Rayanne: Excuse me. People throwing themselves at people? Is, like, the basis of civilization.
Rickie: She has a point.
Angela: [voiceover] If Jordan Catalano is, like, nearby, my entire body knows it. Like one of those dogs that point? I'll keep talking and stuff, but my mind won't even know what I'm saying. I keep wondering if there's like, a term for this.

Rayanne: [hold up tissues] Wanna stuff?
[Angela scoffs]
Rayanne: What?! Its how they did it in the old days!

Rayanne: Angela, I can handle the boiler room. You, however can't!

Rayanne: Boy, people get swept up in this Christmas thing, huh?
Angela: You mean you don't?
Rayanne: Yeah, but my mom and I like to wait... for stuff to go on sale.

Rayanne: Do you ever get, like, hypnotized by food?
Graham: Hypnotized By Food could be my Indian name. [to Angela] Do you want to flip one?
Angela: Rayanne can do it.
Rayanne: I can't believe I'm cooking something, like, not in the pouch.

Rayanne: Haven't you ever waited for anything?
Rickie: Yeah, for my life to start.

Rayanne: I can take care of myself, okay?! So just leave me alone!
Angela: What's wrong? I thought she gave up drinking?
Rickie: She's drunk.

Rayanne: I've never really hurt somebody this bad before... Hard to believe ! I mean, but I guess you can't hurt somebody this bad, unless you really matter to them

Rayanne: So, not to shock you, but your dad's attractive.
Angela: Oh, I'm sure!
Rayanne: Not that I'd attack him, or anything, but I wouldn't leave me alone with him, either. It's not just physical. He's...nice. You just have a really nice dad. He's really nice.
Angela: [voiceover] When someone compliments your parents, there's, like, nothing to say. It's like a stun gun to your brain.
Rickie: Plus, his stubble is the perfect length.
Angela: He doesn't have stubble! He ran out of disposable razors that morning; he was all disturbed about it.
Rayanne: Oh! In-touch-with-his-emotions Dad!
Angela: [laughing] Shut up!
Rayanne: Ignore Angela! She can't help herself -- she's the product of a two-parent household!

Rayanne: You lost nothing Angela, You lost nothing you lost a lousy selfish friend and a guy you never really had, you lost nothing, I lost a really good friend. I lost everything.

Rayanne: You want to have sex with him.
Angela: Who?
Rayanne: Who? Jordan! Catalano? Come on, I'm not going to tell anyone, just admit it.
Angela: I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Either sex or a conversation -- ideally both.

Rickie: Brian, did you do something... or something?? What did you do?
Brian: I wrote this letter... to her.
Rickie: Oh my God, and she thinks he wrote it.

Rickie: If you were about to do it, okay, what would you want the other person to say, like, right before?
Rayanne: This won't take long.
Rickie: No, seriously.
Rayanne: Do I know you?
Rickie: No, like, for real. Like, romantic.
Angela: You're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you.
Rayanne: It hurts to look at you?
Rickie: How'd you think of that?
Rayanne: Where would it hurt?
Rickie: I really like that.