Rose Shelton:
I hate my job... I hate shopping... I hate New York in June. How about you?

Sadie Ratliff:
I hate men who smell like beer and bean dip... and makin' love in the back of recreational vehicles!

Sadie Shelton:
I don't see how is it that you, my own sister, can stuff your face and nothing happens and I subsist on 60 calories a day or else blow up like a Macy's stage float!

Sadie Ratliff:
Isn't it exciting?

Rose Ratliff:
Oh yeah, the noise, the smog, the crowds, the muggers, sex fiends, white slavers, politicians, it's a pistol. I got about as much use for it as a toad has for spit pearls!

Sadie Shelton:
Do you want one of the board members to see you? They'll say you're a sniffling hysterical pre-periodic twit!

Rose Shelton:
I have a right to my own feelings Sadie and I am not a twit. I may be pre-periodic and I may be hysterical. So what?

Sadie Shelton:
So there are drugs for those things and we make most of them!

Sadie Shelton:
What fantasy is this? Are we hearing voices now like Joan of Arc?

Sadie Shelton:
Oh my God, how did I get so fat? I look like a walleyed salmon! What did he use a wide angle lens?

Sadie Ratliff:
You're in America now, speak American.

Sadie Shelton:
Is this how we dress for the office? You look like a blood clot!

Roon Dimmick:
Hey, I like your kimono! D'ya get that in 'Nam?

Chuck:
Ah no, Fire Island.

Binky Shelton:
How in God's name could you drive me out here to Hickville, West Virginia when I'm fourteen months pregnant?

Graham Sherbourne:
Roone, would you care to join us for dinner?

Roone:
Well sure, I could use a tuny fish sandwich

Sadie Shelton:
My God it's me with a bad haircut.

Sadie Ratliff:
Bad? I paid twelve bucks for this.

Rose Ratliff:
I am gonna kick your ass!