Leslie: See there's more things to look at on the internet other than naked guys Ann.
Ann: What?

Leslie: Ben, my campaign manager and I, have made a decision.
Ann: We've decided to fire that campaign manager, me.
Leslie: And hire you.

I know for a fact the Parks Department doesn't read letters.

My God Diana, will you stop it with the letter writing campaign.

My pleasure. See you in hell!

Don't touch my pickles Ann!

You were very fair. In fact, I'm the one who needs to apologize. I got you involved in PCP, but I'm starting a new group now, LSD - Leslie's Sorry Division - and I just wanted to say I'm sorry Chris.

I don't know what else to say except let's go win an election.

I received adorable nicknames and amazing backrubs.

Leslie: Ann, I need you to text me every thirty seconds that everything is going to be okay.
Ann: Okay!
Leslie: [Phone rings] Thanks Ann!

When you sit back and let your reputation be destroyed. You go down in history as a frozen whore.

Ron: She's here.
Leslie: Who's here?
Ron: My ex-wife Tammy 2. I can smell the sulfur coming off her cloven hooves.