Nina: I'll debate him on the issues. I'll just have to read up on my Fifth Amendment. Jack: First Amendment. Nina: Good idea.
Jack: I realize some of you are concerned that we always have our meetings in my office. So, next week, we're having it at my club.
Maya: I once did a report on the dangers of plastic surgery, and do you know what the statistics say? Nina: Yes, that nine out of ten men prefer women with big boobs.
Jack: As my father used to say, 'The only job to be ashamed of is a job poorly done.' Finch: What did he do?
Finch: There's a fine line between courting and stalking.
Nina: The post office is issuing commemorative stamps of famous blues musicians, and they're leaving out Cholera Joe Hopper!
Maya: Nina, your mascara is running.
Nina: Imagine - my bikini will be hanging in the Model Cafe for centuries to come.
Maya: Wait a minute! You're dating an escaped convict and the cop tracking him down? Nina: I know it's wrong, Maya. I never date two men at the same time, with the notable exception of the Amazing Ching Brothers who were joined at the hip.
Maya: What are you guys doing? Finch: We're pointing out women we'd like to sleep with. Elliot: I thought we were pointing out women we already slept with.
Maya: This is ridiculous! I'm being accused of something I didn't do, and I'm supposed to just sit back and take it?
Kelly: You're having a costume party? Nina: Not just a costume party. The Halloween party of the year. Only A-list guests.
(Elliot and Nina are stuck in the elevator) Elliot: Oh, this is perfect. Some idiot ripped out the emergency phone and replaced it with a bottle of gin.
Vicki: Pete just dumped me. Out of the blue, he just dumped me. What the hell happened? Nina: Maybe it's another woman.
Nina: This is going to be bad, I know it.
Maya: I'll tell you, but you have to promise no judgment. Nina: You can count on me. Maya: I slept with Pete.
Maya: Did you know that women are the fastest growth demographic among gamblers?
Nina: What are you doing. Finch: Sorting Jack's M&Ms.
Nina: I would like a sailboat for a present. Jack: I gave you a sailboat for your last wedding. Nina: The Coast Guard repossessed it.
Finch: Jack is stuck writing his memoirs, so he's been banging that ball against the wall for three days. Elliot: Sounds irritating. Finch: That's nothing. You missed what will forever be known as Banjo Thursday.
Nina: I don't cook, I'm not Southern, I've never voted, I drink like a sailor, often in the company of sailors, and I was peripherally involved in the abduction of Patty Hearst. Bentley: I don't know what to say.
Jack: From now on, we're gonna be the toughest damn fashion magazine in town.
Finch: 'I'm Jack Gallo, and what I say goes!'
Nina: Don't worry. He couldn't run this place without you. Finch: Thanks.
Maya: Are you coming to my painting party on Saturday? We'll paint the walls and have some fun! Nina: What time is it again? Maya: 8 PM. Nina: Then I won't be there. Maya: Why?
Jack: I just realized I must say dozens of clever things every day. I want you to follow me around and write down all my Galloisms. Finch: Galloisms? Jack: You know, my verbal gems. My nuggets of wisdom.
Maya: You can't manipulate people like that. What are you, a puppet master? Jack: I was going to say savvy manager, but puppet master is cute. Maya: We're not puppets, we're independent people.
Maya: I'm writing a very edgy article on women gamblers, and I'm looking for some hot leads.