Last Holiday

[from trailer]

Georgia Byrd:
Next time... we will laugh more, we'll love more; we just won't be so afraid.

Georgia Byrd:
You wait and you wait for somethin' big to happen... and then you find out you gon' die.

Georgia Byrd:
What you gon' do in Nashville?

Tanya:
Girl, I am finally gon' be a country-western singer!

Georgia Byrd:
Tanya, ain't no such thing as a black country-western singer.

[pointing at pictures in Possibilites Book]

Georgia Byrd:
I really wanted to meet you. And I shoulda ate that. I shoulda ate all that stuff. Especially that. Shoulda put my foot in that.

[Adamian is making Georgia listen to Kragen's CD]

Kragen'sVoice:
Rule One: Life is not a popularity contest, but it is a contest. Boo-hoo, they don't like me. Rule Two: You grab that scared little loser inside you and you beat the living crap out of him. Rule Three: When is enough enough? Enough is *never* enough.

[Georgia takes the CD out and breaks it]

Georgia Byrd:
Enough is enough right now Mr. Adamian!

Georgia Byrd:
Don't that ceiling ever just make you want to cry?

[smiles]

Marie:
I've never noticed Madam.

Georgia Byrd:
What world was I living in?

[Walks into a boutique]

Georgia Byrd:
Make me international.

Dress Shop Saleswoman:
We shall try.

[voiceover while writing a letter]

Georgia Byrd:
If you're reading this letter, my disease has run its course. Enclosed is some money for my burial. I would like to be cremated. I spent my whole life in a box. I don't want to be buried in one. Georgia May Byrd.

Gunther:
Please don't die, Miss Byrd, I read your note.

Georgia Byrd:
You went through my stuff?

Gunther:
Oh yeah, I go through everyone's stuff, I apologize.

Gunther:
Don't die, Miss Byrd, I read the note.

Georgia Byrd:
You went through my stuff?

Gunther:
Ja, I go through everyone's stuff, forgive me.

Chef Didier:
The start is not nearly as important as the finish.

Dr. Gupta:
I quit my job!

Georgia Byrd:
Congratulations!

Dr. Gupta:
I quit my job!

Georgia Byrd:
You should've never had that job!

Gunther:
[reading the fax on Georgia's misdiagnosis] Ya-Ha-Ha! [calmly] I will take care of this.

Georgia Byrd:
I didn't come here to make an impression on anybody, I just came here to blow every last cent I had.

Gunther:
You were misdiagnosed by a faulty dog scan, you don't have Lampington's, you're going to live!

Georgia Byrd:
I'm not going to die?

Gunther:
No!

Georgia Byrd:
I'm going to live?

Gunther:
Yes!

Georgia Byrd:
I'm gonna live! Everybody, I'm gonna live!

[Marie is crying quietly while looking up at the ceiling]

Maitre D':
Marie, what are you doing?

Marie:
Has that ceiling ever made you want to cry?

Maitre D':
What? Ceiling? Get back to work.

Georgia Byrd:
[on the spa table] I've gotta use the bathroom!

Ms. Burns:
Is it that obvious I'm sleeping with him?

Gunther:
[Georgia finishes telling Gunther the spa services she wants to have reserved] No anti-aging treatment?

Georgia Byrd:
No, I ain't worried about aging.

Gunther:
So that will be all?

Georgia Byrd:
Ooh... ah... yes! The colon irrigation treatment. That's my gift to you. Sorta like a 'let's be friend's' gesture. Now you think of me when you're having it!

Ms. Burns:
Who was it who said 'Adversity is the stone on which I sharpen my blade?'

HMO Administrator:
The cost of a median cranial debulking surgery is around $340,000. That's without anesthesia. You'll want that.

Anton:
Ms. Byrd something terrible is happening.

Ms. Burns:
[deadpanned] Matthew Kragen jumped out a window?

Anton:
Not yet, he's still on the windowsill

Chef Didier:
The secret of life is butter.

Matthew Kragen:
Where are you going?

Ms. Burns:
Well, first I'm going to go find Georgia, and then I'm gonna go back to school and I'm gonna get my business degree. And then one day, when your wife finally decides to divorce you and takes half of everything you have, I'll only be too happy to help her figure out exactly how much that should be.