Kimber: [after Christian asked her to marry him] You know how many times I have fantasised about hearing you ask me that? ...And what kills me the most is that I didn't even hear the words 'I love you'.

Kimber: [after walking in on Christian having sex with Kit] First you propose to me. Now you're screwing another girl. Who are you?
Christian: I'm me again, baby. I'm back.

Kimber: A way to a man's heart is not entrapping him with your tragedy.

Kimber: After the wedding, we agree on two things. No more porn for me, and no more affairs for you. [Edit] Oh, don't worry, there's a clause in there that still allows for threesomes.

Kimber: Did he do this to you? All this bitterness as a result of loving you too much?
Gina: No, I was always a bitch.

Kimber: He wouldn't have hurt me if you hadn't given me all those surgeries. You made me think that I needed them for you to love me. It's true. Beauty is a curse on the world.

Kimber: I can't do this anymore, Christian. I can't be this beautiful couple who spends six hundred dollars a month on tanning salons, who takes an hour to get ready just to go to the gym, who measure people's worth by their body fat percentage.
Christian: This is perfectly normal. It's called Stockholm Syndrome. Kidnapping victims sympathise with their captors. It's a survival strategy.
Kimber: He wasn't my captor. You were. Porn was. He was just the man holding up the mirror to our beautiful, superficial lives showing me how grotesque they were. It's just ugliness hidden behind a perfect mask. How am I supposed to be with you when your job is to give everyone those masks?

Kimber: If hundreds of men can use my doll to get off four times a day, you screwing one Kimber wannabe isn't the end of the world. You are cheating on me with... Me!
Christian: So I can screw all your graduates now?

Kimber: On our first date, you said that I was an eight. You were honest with me. I need you to tell me what I am now as honestly as you did then. From one to ten.
[Christian draws the curtain and sees Kimber who has been carved. The Carver has reversed all her surgeries.]
Christian: I'll make you a ten again, sweetheart, I promise. I'll make you a ten again.

Kit: I had higher expectations of you Christian, but the truth is you're nothing more than a domesticated housecat with an expensive haircut, and no sense of adventure.
Christian: Domesticated or not there is no pussy for you here.

Kit: I just want to know what it's like for someone like you. An out lesbian working in a male-dominated field helping women stuff their bodies with silicone? Holding strong to those feminist beliefs must be awfully frustrating at times.
Liz: Let me save you the trouble, OK? I am not some bitter femmy Nazi trying to get back at the world. And I certainly didn't carve my bosses as payback for who they are. And beauty is not a curse, it's a commodity. And I've never had any illusions about what I do.
Season 4

Liz: [referring to Christian] He's the only straight man I ever met who was arrogant enough to think that he could convert me. Sometimes, I hated the guy. But most of the time, I loved him.

Liz: [to Sean, about Christian] You've known him for twenty years and you would have never imagined that he was Matt's father.

Liz: Look, after being attacked, accused of murder, rejected by your mother, and dumped by your bride, who wouldn't be angry? It all makes sense. You've had a really rough year, Christian, but you shouldn't be taking it out on her.
Christian: Enough with your feminazi bullshit, Liz! [Edit] Shut up and serve the surgeon!!

Matt: You wouldn't dare mess up your most perfect work.
Sean: I already have!