JESUS FUCKING CHRIST REGGIE, YOU DON'T JUST RUN OUT IN FRONT OF A CAR LIKE THAT!

Joy: I hate to say "I told you so."

George: You love to say "I told you so."

Joy: Where are my effing keys?

Reggie Lass: Maybe they're in your effing purse.

Joy: Reggie! Don't say effing!

Joy: So tell me the rules.

Raven: We'll just go around the circle until you get it. Then you can join in.
Tabitha: Overdose.
Raven: Of what?
Tabitha: Aspirin?
Raven: Boring.
Tabitha: Ok,... more

GEORGE: Those are funeral clothes.
JOY: There is going to be a funeral if you don't get your ass out of bed.
GEORGE (Voice over): Those are the last words my mother will ever say to me.
JOY: Now... more

Joy: This is a lost cause.

Clancy: Maybe we should split up.

Joy: Oh that's great, just great. You go— but you better find yourself one hell of a lawyer—

Clancy: Split up to find the... more

[Clancy's cell phone rings]

Joy: You answer the phone and I will absolutely shove it up your ass.

Reggie: "I want to be a realtor."
Joy: "No you don't."

Joy: Do you want to go shopping this afternoon?

Reggie: What for?

Joy: New sweater.

Reggie: Yeah, that one's pretty tragic.

Joy: I meant for you.