You can't take it with you, but if you could, [these earrings] is what you'd want to be buried in.

Dahlia: Not a person is gonna be able to think trash without thinking Victory Ford
Victory: Why does that sound so wrong?

Victory: Why haven't you ever been married?
Joe: I dunno I guess I just haven't met the right guy.
Victory: I'm serious.
Joe: ...and smelling a lot like my wine cellar.

Did someone offer you a job ... so who is it? .. if it's Betsy Jonson, I'll throw myself on these scissors.

Joe: So does this mean we're okay? Cause if you want me to join the posse for boggle night...
Vic: Don't be an ass.

Wendy: How do you spend your whole life with someone and not know who they are?
Victory: Don't look at me, I don't even have a cat.

Ellen: Does it bother you that he's investing in another designer or that she's so beautiful?
Victory: Was she? I didn't even notice. I did notice her big man hands.
Ellen: For what it's worth, Joe would rather be investing in one designer

Victory: Did you set me up on a date without me knowing it?
Dahlia: I wouldn't exactly call it a date..
Victory: He's cutting my cheese!

I knew something up the day we were at the park. Remember that guy with the tiny gym shorts? She was in total cougar mode!

Joe: Boring, what about dinner?
Victory: In what zip code?
Joe: yours. I'll pick you up around 7, wearing something that comes off easily.
Victory [hangs up]: He's the devil.

Mr Benett's Assistant: Mr Benett would like to meet you to tonight at the ley
Victory: Uhh... and what is this in reference to?
Mr Benett's Assistant: He finds you very attractive and according to Google you are single
Victory: I'm sorry. Are you asking me on a date.
Mr Benett's Assistant: Yes I am... err he is.

Victory: Why are you emailing Joe Bennett? Does he own this building?
Dalhia: Well technically he owns this whole block.

Lipstick Jungle Quotes

I can't think less of you. You've smelled like mop & glow for the last week.

Victory [to Roy]

Wendy: Sounds like someone is driving without breaks.
Victory [whispers]: Gun it.