Sarah: I'm a horrible person aren't I?
Pam: Yes dear you are.
Eric: I've tried trusting, I've tried sharing and it's just not fucking working for me. Now are you with me or not?
Pam: Oh I am so fucking with you.
You want Eric to be your fuckin' spokesperson for your vampire Jenny Craig commercials?
This isn't about capture and kill anymore.
Sarah Newlin's gonna be having the last f*cking laugh, shopping at Barney's and having her manicure if you two can't stop measuring your d*cks and strike a f*cking deal.
This is bullshit. I imagined my death many times but I never thought I'd meet the sun in some place with wall-to-wall carpet.
Oh my God, I'm a republi-c*nt!
Pam: I like her, I like you.
Amber: Is it okay if I still haven't made my mind up about you?
Pam: I really like her.
It's like being kicked in the cooch by a wallaby isn't it?
Pam: I hate Shreveport.
Eric: Oh come on. It'll be a trip down memory lane.
I am as big a fan of the French vagina as you are Eric, but come back to Earth. She's just a human.
Tell you what. Your god and my god can go to a motel and have a circle jerk for all I care. I'll be in Hell having a three way with the devil.