“Look how healthy you are, and your skin, it's like a Barbie doll."
"Why, thank you, Jenny." Christine graciously accepted the compliment, only to get side swiped when Jennifer moved to the door. "Tell me, will you melt if it gets too hot outside?” - Children of the Flower Power
“Peace loves war”
“I think a person can do one of two things in life ... make your own choices despite the past or let your past make your choices for you. Very few poeple go through life completely untouched by something bad. It's just up to the individual on how much of that bad you want to define who you are where it should be that YOU define who you are.”
“Listen." Jennifer reverted, "I didn't mean anything by all of that before. I understand what you were trying to do and ..." She struggled for the right words. "Sweetie, like love, people don't live inside of life, life lives inside of you. Open yourself up to it and there's no stopping your heart.” - Children of the Flower Power
“Where am I going to grow a garden in a penthouse?”
“Next time I visit I’ll fix you up a spot in one of the corners. You won’t even know it’s there until its time to harvest.”
“Wonderful.” But then it occurred to her. “Jenny, next time you visit?”
“What? What is it?” Jennifer asked.
Christine half stuttered. “You have never been to my penthouse.”
“Really?” Jennifer thought back when something came to mind. “Well, what was that great big building we went to the last time we visited? You know, we went all the way to the top.”
“That was the Empire State building.”
“No fooling? Huh, what do you know? Well you should move in there, it was beautiful as I recall.”
“You can’t move into the Empire State building.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Jennifer soon realized, “those mean terrorists tore it down. My, that was just awful.” - Children of the Flower Power
“You are evil woman, just plain evil.” - Children of the Flower Power
“If you want to dance the dance then you better learn the steps, the world has enough pretenders. If you want to practice sex then you better find a partner, and to love you must surrender.”
“Mary approaches her before she is able to reach her station. "Hello Lily. Get anything special for Christmas?"
"Just the usual." She answers. "Shattered dreams.” - Last Flight Out
“What goes up must come down. Which is why we invented Viagra, to make it stay up a little longer.”
“How am I going to explain to my kids one day that I can't buy them a happy meal because the toy will make them fat?”
“A sin is nothing more than regret. Not for doing it once, but doing it again when you know you’re going to regret it.”
“All I wanted for Christmas was a New Years Eve party that I would never forget. Too bad I got too drunk to remember it.”
“I'm not a type-O ... Don't delete me.”
“Lily looks back down at the necklace in her hand that Kavita had given her. "It must have cost a fortune."
"It did." He confirms. "Though not nearly as much as you're worth."
Lily looks up at him. "Don't say that. You hurt me everytime you speak.” - Last Flight Out
“You know," Kavita begins, "I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste."
"No you don't." Nick plainly states. "No man has taste. Besides, I didn't pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that.” - Last Flight Out
“I don't know who he was," Kavita flat-out states, "but whoever he was he sure did a number on you, didn't he?"
Mary leans forward to ensure he would see her deviant stare. "Did it ever occur to you that maybe I did a number on him?"
Kavita leans in closer as well, and with that same deviant expression, "Yes. I have.” - Last Flight Out
“When it comes to being famous, you’re usually the last to know, and the first to deny it. Unless you were already famous in your head. In which case, party on, Wayne! Party on, Garth!”
“If only yesterday could be my tomorrow then today wouldn't even matter.”
“The white lily stands for purity. Artists for centuries have pictured the angel Gabriel coming to the virgin Mary with a spray of lillies in his hand, to announce that she is to be the mother of the Turks.” - Last Flight Out
“Often times, "shame" is the word that best describes reality.”