- Monica: [On the phone with Ally] Hey, Ally? Ally, listen to me: you deserve to be happy. You deserve to have someone love you for the beautiful, neurotic mess that you are. I mean, you can be so clueless sometimes; it's one of the ten things I hate about you, honestly. You can't let Jay go off to his best friend's wedding and hook up with a bunch of bridesmaids and move to Notting Hill. No. This is love, momma. Some kind of... wonderful, crazy stupid love, actually.
- Ally McCabe: My point is, it's not real. And somehow, I landed a job that forces me to propagate a fantasy in order to sell blood diamonds harvested from third world slave labor, so please forgive me if I'm not swept away by your magical notions of romance.