- Nola Darling: It's really about control, my body, my mind. Who was going to own it? Them? Or me? I'm not a one-man woman. Bottom line.
- Mars Blackmon: [begging Nola not to dump him] Please baby, pleasebaby, please baby, baby baby please!
- Dog 7: Baby, you're so fine, I'd drink a tub of your bath water.
- Mars Blackmon (to Jamie): Nola's about as dependable as a ripped diaphragm.
- Mars Blackmon: What about Nola Darling? What do you want to know? I thought she was a freak. You know, freaky deaky? You ask why'd I continue to see her? Do I look like a retard? I'm not crazy. The sex was def. Nola had the goods and she knew what to do. Look, all men want freaks. We just don't want 'em for a wife.
- Greer Childs: We let her create a three-headed, six-armed, six-legged, three-penised monster, and it was all our fault.
- Greer Childs: I think you're sick. Now, I'm not saying that you're a nympho, a slut, or a whore, but maybe a sex addict.