Uh, yeah. Like I'm going to let you put hot stones all over my body.
Oh, a book. 'Microwave Cooking for One'.
Danny, if we're both still single in five years, and we haven't found anybody, can we make a pact that we will kill each other.
Brendan Deslaurier and I hooked up once... And then a couple more times. But then only once.
I was trying to be a good friend.
Can you not change in front of me?!
I know you spend a lot of time with Danny.
You're dating Danny, right? I always thought you two had a thing.
Well it's a good thing you're not my boyfriend.
What did you do- get drunk and sass a voodoo princess?! Try to get your groove back with some street kid? What happened?!
I have a stack of letters from you this high...
We aren't racist! I'm Indian, for God's sake!
Don't you have to go to Casey's thing?
Why do you have to get along with everyone at work? We didn't even get along when we first started working together.
You know that guy you were telling me about? The one you work with? I think you should know he's not out of your league. You're great.
When I get home, I'm going to call Cliff and ask him out!
You think my body is hot?
For the record, there is nothing you can criticize about this situation that I haven't already heard from every mean girl for my entire life...I know that I could lose 15 pounds. I I know that one of my boobs is crazily bigger than the other. I know that I have upper knee fat. And I know that I have a scar on my back that looks like a swastika. You don't think that's come up every single time I've dated a Jewish guy?
Did you kidnap me?! This is an Amber Alert!
Guys don’t break up with girls they secretly want to be with. That doesn’t happen. Maybe in the movies, but not in real life. He dumped you. It’s over. Forget about him!
You know you're right for someone when they force you to be the best version of yourself...