Sage: I am so sick of you worshiping at the altar of Megan Smith
Rose: What is that supposed to mean?
Sage: You've been acting all righteous ever since her and her poly cotton ass has walked into this house

Rose: I just really need an objective opinion from an older person and you're like the oldest person I know who that doesn't work for me
Charlie: It's a weird little world you live in Rose

I had you pegged as this chill Abercrombie guy, and you have more drama going on than a sorority house

Mandy [to Charlie]

Megan: Is it too late to jump off the balcony?
Will: I'd be very sad if you did, even though you are on the ground floor

Will: If it's any consolation, I did the same thing. The first real pictures I ever took were practically illegal
Megan: If this is going to a naked school girl place, I don't want to know about it

Patricia: I don't have time to sell Rose Baker as a solo act
Sage: I'm Sage
Patricia: My point exactly

Megan: I will give you points for style and delivery, but just so you know I was already planning on telling Laurel
Sage: Oh really? Then you better run
[Sage sends email to Laurel]
Megan: You wicked little...
[Megan takes off running]

Rose: I don't know what's sadder: that you keep all your papers or that you wear that thing around your neck
Megan: I brought this for you, I'm not that big of a fashion victim, though it does match my cardigan

Sloan, I'm a college dropout. All right? Guys in the mail room out here have Wharton MBAs

Eric Murphy

Lloyd: How'd it go?
Ari: How'd the fucking Bay of Pigs go, Lloyd?

Ari: Shit, here comes the wife. Pretend like it's all good.
Eric: You didn't tell your wife?
Ari: No. When the time is right, yeah.
Eric: When the time is right? It's on the cover of Variety
Ari: My wife doesn't read Variety she reads In Style

Vince is the only client I've ever had that I consider a friend. The only one I really cared about. Well Jessica Biel to you know I cared about her for very different reasons

Ari