Cynthia:
Sometimes, I dance around my apartment in my underwear... doesn't make me Madonna, never will.

Mick:
Tess, will you marry me?

Tess McGill:
Maybe.

Mick:
What kind of an answer is maybe?

Tess McGill:
If you want a different answer, ask a different girl.

Tess McGill:
What did happen, exactly?

Jack Trainer:
The earth moved. The angels wept. The Polaroids are, are, uh...

Jack Trainer:
are in my other coat.

Jack Trainer:
Nothing happened. Nothing happened!

Tess McGill:
You can bend the rules plenty once you get to the top, but not while you're trying to get there. And if you're someone like me, you can't get there without bending the rules

Oren Trask:
You've got a real fire in your belly.

Tess McGill:
I'm not quite sure what you mean, sir. I've got something in my belly, but I think it's nervous knots.

Jack Trainer:
You're the first woman I've seen in one of these things that dresses like a woman, not like a woman thinks a man would dress if he was a woman.

Tess McGill:
Thank you I guess.

Tess McGill:
How did you get the scar?

Jack Trainer:
Some guy pulled a knife in Detroit.

Tess McGill:
Really?

Jack Trainer:
No. No. I was nineteen and I thought it'd be cool to have a pierced ear. My girlfriend stuck the needle through and I heard this pop and fainted and hit my chin on the toilet.

Cynthia:
Can I get ya anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?

Cynthia:
Six thousand dollars? It's not even leather!

Tess McGill:
I have a head for business and a bod for sin. Is there anything wrong with that?

Jack Trainer:
Uh, no. No.

Tess McGill:
You know, maybe I just don't like you.

Jack Trainer:
Me? Naaah!

Oren Trask:
Now get your - what was that you called it?

Tess McGill:

Oren Trask:
Yes - your bony ass out of my sight!

Tess McGill:
I am not steak. You cant just order me.

Cynthia:
Why is it doin' that?

Tess McGill:
It's time for its cleaning.

Cynthia:
Are you kiddin' me?

Katherine Parker:
Ugh! What a slob.

Tess McGill:
You were so smooth with him.

Katherine Parker:
Never burn bridges. Today's junior *prick*, tomorrow's senior partner.

Alice Baxter:
Uhm, Ms. McGill?

Tess McGill:
Yes.

Alice Baxter:
That's your desk... in there (points to private office).

Tess McGill:
I don't think so.

Alice Baxter:
Oh, yes.

Tess McGill:
Excuse me, but I thought the secretary sits out here.

Alice Baxter:
That's right, I'm the secretary. If you don't mind, I'd prefer assistant.

Tess McGill:
Hey, Cyn. Guess where I am.

Tess McGill:
What if he doesn't?... pop the question?

Katherine Parker:
I really don't think that's a variable. We're in the same city now, I've indicated that I'm receptive to an offer, I've cleared the month of June... and I am, after all, me.

Cynthia:
Whaddya need speech class for, ya talk fine!

Katherine Parker:
Why that little... slut! Bitch! Secretary!