- Romaine: [accidentally in a transvestite nightclub] That was a *dude* in that dress!
- Frankie: Shoulders!
- Celestrial: [clucks] Hah!
- Frankie: [in a transvestite nightclub] Um, excuse me. Um, I don't mean to be rude, but is that a paper bag that you're wearing?
- Celestrial: [wearing what looks like a low cut, fashion-designer mini-dress, made out of brown paper] Ah, well, as a matter of fact, it is. I'm a designer / slash / astrologist. Trust, I believe in all that cosmic carrying on, and woo-la-la. Cluck!
- Hop: Whoo. I'm runnin' things, I'm running things. Yo! This is the spot! I'm here every week, every week. I got it goin' on up in here, y'all. I had a ball.
- Frankie: Naw, man, I think you had 2 balls. He had so many balls, he could have played pool up in his place.
- Hop: What? Oh, y'all's playin' pool again? You can't beat him, boy, leave him alone. Hey, did y'all check out Phyllis?
- Romaine: That's *Phillip*.
- Frankie: Didn't you see "The Crying Game"? Didn't you look at the neck?
- Hop: Yeah, I checked out the neck. I'm the one that put them hickies on it. I been suckin' on it all night.
- Romaine: Hop, they were *all men*. Yo, it's time to go, man. Don't call me no more.
- Frankie: You need to rent "The Crying Game."
- Hop: Oh, god! Agh!