The white room is a stage thing. In TV, if you screw up, you get another take. In theater, there's no net. You blank out, that's it. You're a polar bear in a global warming documentary, hanging on to a tiny piece of ice in the middle of the sea, waiting to die.

Douglas

Oliver: Kimber's one of the few cast members who can actually sing.
Charles: I take offense to that.
Oliver: That was my intention.

I'll look out for you, Charlie. Just like I did with Ben Glenroy. He knew if he touched one hair on your gorgeous little head, he was going to have to deal with me.

Joy

Mabel: Hey, Mama. Yeah, we're like uh .. yass and work and slay and yass, over here, like, yeah.
Kimber: Yes, Queens!

You know, it's amazing the amount of steaming horseshit you can feed the American public if you tell them it's organic?

Cinda

Con-granny-tulations!

Mabel

Ah! You found my lipstick. This, if this wasn't already the best day of my life. Nothing I hate more than an incomplete set.

Joy