- Jill: [eating pie, to Christy] Whoopity doo, you're gonna have a great career,
- [to Bonnie]
- Jill: you're engaged,
- [to Marjorie]
- Jill: you're married, what do I have?
- Wendy: [screaming] Oh God, stop bitching, Jill!
- [everybody looks at her wide eyed]
- Wendy: Your purse costs more than my car. You sleep late because you don't *have* to work. You have hair stylists, nail stylists and masseuses who all come to your door! Do you know who comes to *my* door? Nobody! Not even the delivery boy from the Golden Dragon. I have to walk down four flights of stairs just to get my kung fricking pao chicken! So the next time I hear you going 'Poor me', I'm gonna smack you so hard your lip fillers come out of your ear!
- Jill: [timidly, pushes her plate across the table] Would you like some pie?
- Wendy: Don't mind if I do.
- Christy: Did Adam mention a date?
- Bonnie: No, why?
- Christy: Then why not look at marriage like you do sobriety? Just take it one day at a time. When has a man ever pushed for an early wedding date? It's like a woman initiating butt stuff. If *you* don't bring it up, he *never* will.
- Bonnie: That's brilliant, I'm also gaining some insight as to why you're still single.
- Christy: [pause] I'm gaining some insight as to why Adam proposed three times.
- Adam: [after Bonnie answers the door with unkempt hair and a hair wax strip on her upper lip] What did I just look at?
- Christy: Yeah... nobody wants to know how the sausage is made.
- Bonnie: [a few minutes later, comes downstairs looking normal] Adam! When did you get here?
- Adam: What happened?
- Christy: Enjoy your sausage.
- Bonnie: That's kind of personal, but I will, thank you.
- Adam: [to Christy] Six weeks away from your mom felt like six months, turns out I wasn't just saying 'I love you' to get laid.
- Natasha: [clearing tables] Are you guys finished?
- Marjorie Armstrong: I think we're gonna need another minute.
- Natasha: Well hurry it up.
- Christy: Oh, by the way, I got Natasha a job!