Either it's tenants who aren't so fancy schmancy but pay the rent of you're gonna be doing pelvic exams with a miner's lamp.

Betty

I'm not interested in the explanation, I'm interested in the cure.

Bill

I'm broken and you're the one, you're the only one who can fix me.

Bill [to Virginia]

Some things no doctor can cure no matter how good he is, right? He can't operate on a soul, only God can do that.

Barbara

Don't get your knickers in a knot. They're way more interested in nookie than in a bookie.

Betty

For a guy who dips his wick as much as you, you don't really get women at all.

Flo

I'm sure they'll just want you to tell them I don't touch myself at the dinner table or wire you up to the machines when we make love.

Bill [to Libby]

Oh we're wearing the same color you and I. Do you think it'll look like a uniform? Like what all of Bill Masters' women wear?

Libby [to Virginia]

She owes calls to nearly everyone. Best chance of gettin' through is saying you can orgasm listening to the traffic control on the radio. Never stops working that one; round the clock.

Betty [about Virginia]

Bill: We tell people we're married to the work...
Virginia: ...Just not each other.

I never got to be that, dumb maybe, but never a kid. They called me “the little grown up” and I was so proud of that, of being good and following the rules. Anything to be the teacher’s pet, but then you grow up and there’s no teacher to please. Just some idea of what people expect from a pretty girl. You make a nice home and you raise well-behaved children. You don’t make waves, you don’t make trouble, you keep your voice down. And you go along like that and your wanting to be good makes you quiet, so quiet that you forget the sound of your own voice, people forget that you’re there, your husband forgets that you’re there. Maybe you aren’t and you meet someone who doesn’t like you very much, who doesn’t think that you’re kind of you’re good, who thinks that you’re ignorant or prejudice even, which maybe deep down you are. And this thing that you have been afraid of forever, someone thinking ill of you, it is almost a relief because at least someone is seeing you and you are not invisible.

Libby

George: Why can’t I have changed?
Virginia: You have changed, changed for Audrey. While I’m so pleased that she has managed to acquaint you with fatherhood in these past six months, lets not forget that I’m the one who has been here for them since the beginning.