Ms. Fine, you're telling me that you've taken a job on a soap and you're not coming home?... Well, of course, I'm shocked! They gave you a speaking part?!
Me, oh no of course not, Look Mr. Sheffield you know I always thought we were going to end up together but If It ain't going to happen now It ain't going to happen
well I think my chances are only going to decrease as I slowly morph into Yetta, Four years it's enough already I can't take It anymore I'm outta here
Mr. Sheffield (Picking up Fran's suitcase and throwing it) Look, Miss. Fine, I am not giving in to my urges the stakes are far to high I'm a bloody gentleman after all.
I just don't understand why Maxwell would ask Nanny Fine on a date! I should be going to Elton John's dinner, not her. I am the one with sophistication! I am the one with savvy! Why would he pick her over me?
Oh, I don't know. Maybe from SOME BIG FAT BUTLER SCREAMING IT IN HER FACE! (Niles clutches his heart, takes something out from his pocket, and puts it in his mouth) Oh, stop it, I know those are bloody Tic-Tacs!
Don't you see, Bobbi Flekman is an amalgamation of the two of us. She is everything he is searching for in a woman. (Points to herself) Beauty, brains, and (Points to Fran) a slut.
(To C.C.) Honey, you look like a smart woman. You're not, but you look like one. Baby, you're a doormat, an old shoe. No man is worth this. Stop being a masochist.