Raychel:
A,B,C, your next time you're sober. D, there's the door.

Raychel:
Gio, me and you are going dancing, right? We'll get married.

Gio Esposito:
Next wedding is you and me.

Raychel:
You and me in leather.

Gio Esposito:
In a thong.

Raychel:
Whatever you want; thong, shmong.

Raychel:
Are you high?

Meg:
High?

Raychel:
Yeah, high.

Meg:
Huh?

Raychel:
You're looking a little fucked up to me right now babe.

Raychel:
What are you on?

Meg:
What am I on? It's just two glasses of wine and a couple of valium. You want some?

Raychel:
Valium? Who the fuck takes valium anymore?

Kate:
I look so fat ugly and stupid in all those pictures.

Meg:
Fat? Are you kidding me? You're like the poster child for thin people.

Kate:
Grape juice?

Meg:
Are we allowed to have that?

Kate:
It's medicinal.

Raychel:
All right girls, the party's over.

Kate:
Bye

Kate:
No, have mercy.

Raychel:
You look good in this one.

Kate:
I do?

Raychel:
Yeah, the rest you look like a fucking dyke.

Raychel:
I can't figure you out.

Meg:
Why not?

Raychel:
Cause your like shy, but you're outgoing. You're insecure but your conceited. Then some things you're totally clueless and other things you get in like two fucking seconds. So I'm confused.

Meg:
Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Raychel:
See, now you're like dissed but also flattered.

Meg:
What part didn't you understand, "little prick" or "fuck off"?