WiseGirls

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 f***ed 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 f*** 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 f***ing 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 f***ing 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 "f*** off"?