- Tammy: The wifi here is very slow, so you're just going to have to talk to each other... while drinking a ton of wine! What could possibly go wrong? Just remember guys, whatever gets said, is probably what the person has always felt, and the alcohol just let it out.
- Val: Is a flower in the hair too much for solo dining? I need to get out and take my new knees for a spin.
- Rebecca: What matters is how you feel inside. So, with all that in mind, what would you say your soul's age is?
- Val: I'd say, like 12. I mean, maybe a little older, probably old enough to drink... and bone. Maybe 18. 18 and a half. Almost out of the house. Don't have my own car yet... but I have a bike.
- Naomi: Do ya know what? I wish Prince's ghost would come back and serenade me for like two whole hours and then make sweet, sweet love to me.
- Jenny: Yeah. no shit. Fuckin' glided into that elevator in Paisley Park and that fuckin' door closed...
- Naomi: ...and then poof. Where's my baby? Where's my Prince?
- Jenny: Beautiful ass, Prince.
- Naomi: I love my husband and shit, but like that's the love of my life.
- Jenny: He had eyes like a beautiful newborn fawn. What was his pain?
- Naomi: His hips.