- Mary Shannon: [voice-over] I stare agape at Sunday-in-the-park couples. Sidewalk strollers, fingers-laced, heads-on-shoulders, hearts laid bare. Audacious highwire artists, soaring netless... oblivious or brave. Arrogant idiots, I muse from my spectator view, hoping no one hears the screaming inside my head.
- Mary Shannon: I love you like an eight-dollar whore.
- Marshall Mann: I'm sure you mean that in a good way.
- Mary Shannon: Damnit! Why won't she pick up?
- Marshall Mann: Do *you* answer the phone during sex?
- Mary Shannon: Depends on what's on TV.
- Brandi Shannon: [discovers a baby swaddled in a hotel bathtub of the drug dealers she is supposed to sell to, and gives up her childhood bear to the infant] Okay, I gotta go now. Uhm, if your parents ever give you any advice, you should do the opposite, okay.
- Rachel Miller: [is high on meth and is staring at Brandi] I love your hair. It's so shiny. How do you get it so shiny?
- Brandi Shannon: Shampoo.