More often than not, people believe what you tell them.

Flaca's Mom

Cesar: Christina. Christina got some decent mommy skills. Maybe she can take care of the baby for a little while.
Daya: She's in junior high.

Taystee: It's eight o'clock in the morning. You drinking already?
Poussey: It's always five o'clock in prison.

This inside me? It feels like a grenade right now. And soon, it's going to blow up and take me with it.

Daya

Oh my god, you don't even know me. I mean, I, I, I could be some kind of ax murderer who wants to make coats out of the skins of babies or something.

Delia

No one in here is people.

Red

Soso: You know what sucks? Belonging to a race that doesn't commit enough low-value crimes to be relevant in a place like this. Where's my big, Asian prison family?
Chang: You Scottish.
Soso: Not to white people I'm not. One drop of ethnic blood, and bam, I'm basically made in China, like you and my toothbrush.

'Cause if you were a Christian, you could tell everybody what to do, and then they'd do it so they don't hurt your feelings, because that's against the law.

Pennsatucky

You take a woman's power away. Her work, her family her currency. You leave her with one coin...the one she was born with. It may be tawdry and demeaning, but if she has to, she will spend it. But you're right, your feelings count too.

Red

Pearson: This is an opportunity for all of you to learn a very in demand trade. And we hope that all of you will take it as seriously as we did when selecting you. Ladies, welcome to Whispers.
Cindy: We making panties?

Gloria: Look, if you wanted to look like a real woman, you would let your roots grow out and get some bags under your eyes.
Sophia: You know, historically, me and reality...not friends.

No, in your heart of hearts, you know as well as I do, red velvet is bullsh*t. It tastes like Play-Doh. It is not velvety. And the only thing that's good about it is the cream cheese frosting, which is mean to live on top of carrot cake, like God intended.

O'Neill