Don't push it Liz, let it happen. There's gonna be a Mama Mia!

She texts her gay friends while I write 'til four in the morning eating dry fistfuls of Raisin Bean to stay awake, which, by the way, is how I'm able to ride the fart train to work every day.

When he saw these (reveals shoes) he asked me when my cult was committing suicide.

[to Tracy] Oh my God! Like we really have time to have you walk down the stairs that slowly!

I don't mind taking her out. There's a restaurant hostess in midtown I'd like to see cry.

1959. Boy, it would've been fun to write back then. You could get away with crazy plot twists, because audiences were so much less sophisticated.

[to Jenna] You look happy. Did you finally settle that lawsuit over your exercise tape?

Whoa, check out the bling. Or whatever it's called now.

Hey, where are my Sno-balls? I'm going to the gym later so I deserve a treat.

Allergies are psychosomatic. The only reason I'm allergic to dogs is because one bit me when I got my first period.

In my experience, 'let's think about it' usually ends up as me watching Solid Gold in my basement on prom night.

[on her slanket] It's not product placement, I just like it!