I had no time with Hubbell. Twenty four hours. It was a pretty great twenty four hours.


I was shooting for Marilyn singing Happy Birthday to Kennedy with underwear.


So, to be clear. Girls over here. Guys, not over here. Am I clear?


Jeff: I like ranch chips.
Carl: I like ranch chips.
Jeff: I like ranch chips.
Carl: I like ranch chips.

Sebastian: To be clear, I like men and women equally. Both sexes work for me.
Michelle: Yeah, that's not going to lead to any misunderstandings at all.

Wow. That was awkward. Like white shorts in a rainstorm awkward.


Michelle: Is it Rick, is he dead?
Talia: What? No. Why would you say that?
Michelle: You had an 'my ancient boyfriend might be dead' look on your face.

Michelle: He's looking at my beads. Why is he looking at my beads?
Milly: They look like meatballs.

Milly: Truly, tell me where you keep your jumbo beads.
Michelle: Jumbo beads?
Truly: I love jumbo beads.

Truly: I'd play with the crotch a little bit.
Michelle: Best offer I've had all day.

Roman's going to have lunch with us. Deal.


Let me ask you this Milly. Do you want to know the arts, or do you just want to be perceived as knowing the arts?


Bunheads Quotes

You pay per boob? If anything in the world should be sold as a pair it should be boobs!


Sure, we dance our asses off for two hours, they walk out for five minutes, flash their boobs and bring the house down.