You know when I came to work for a powerful, international mogul I just didn't expect to be talking about old girlfriends.


I do not want to cater to the Duck Dynasty crowd.


Abigail: A woman of your class not to mention your age…
Kate: Careful, my pretty.

Jordan is playing you like a walleyed pike and the rest of us can just sit back and watch while she reels you in.


From that do-gooder scheme that's the brain child of, and I'm using the word brain advisedly, of those two airheads who could barely run a hair dryer together.


Chad: You mind telling me what that little show down at the hospital was today?
Kate: What show?
Chad: The one where you got the media to appoint your little hillbilly boyfriend as the patron saint of Salem.

If you don't think there's room enough for the two of us in this town, you rest assured, I will make room.


Well, actually yeah. I went home and I was like, Hey Mom, guess what? I totally just bagged Eve, who happens to be your worst enemy. High five.


I'm thinking we should rename it the wine club because there is not a lot of reading happening.


I'm not going to stand here and beg you. Either you want the job or you don't.


All we need is a big opening. You put on a white tuxedo jacket like Rick in Casablanca.


Now more than ever I need to work for us, don't I?