Silas: I need to talk to you, you fucking perv.

Silas: Tell me where she is!
Celia: Why? So you can fly down to mexico and spring her from Casa Reforma?
Silas: I love her.
Celia: You stuck your penis in her. That's not love, believe me.

Tennis Pro: Dean's a good guy.
Celia: You know, shut up. I'm very mad at him.

Tennis Pro: I'm sorry.
Celia: Your'e a big whore.
Tennis Pro: I think I should go now
Celia: Oh, sit your flat ass back down. You know, you're a good listener.
Tennis Pro: Thanks.
Celia: Fuck you. Let's get another round.

Tennis Pro: We need to go somewhere where we can get very, very drunk.
Celia: I'm a mean drunk. Let's go.

The "Candyman" : You know what you are?
Nancy: What?
The "Candyman" : Skinny-fat. And what are we gonna do about that?
Nancy: We're gonna start exercising right away.
The "Candyman" : Don't humor me. I'm very serious. I used to weigh 314 pounds.
Nancy: Wow. Congratulations.
The "Candyman" : The key, exercise.
Nancy: You know, I'm not buying for personal use.
The "Candyman" : Are your customers just a bunch of Fatty McFat-Fats?
Nancy: Well they're smokers. But it stands to reason that if they eat rather than smoke, they can breathe easier should they decide to exercise.
The "Candyman" : That's a reasonable assumption.

Vaneeta: How much you think we get for that? (referring to Nancy's wedding bang and ring)
Heylia: Nothin'. She'll be back.