Alex: We were never friends, Piper.
Piper: We weren't?
Alex: No. Never. I loved you. I loved having sex with you.

You seem depressed, even for prison. You know, if you ever want to talk about it, that's what counselors are for (laughs).

Alex

Trimmings? The shit nobody else wants. That's a bag of assholes right there.

Nicky

Pennsatucky: And you're not invited, because they don't allow gay people on the rapture bus!
Alex: There's a bus?

Pornstache: Chapman, what are we not to do this Thanksgiving?
Piper: Commit suicide.

You want your pills? You can go stick your head in the toilet. There might still be a few floating around.

Red

Healy: Alex Vause is sick. I get you. You're not like her.
Piper: The only sicko here, is you.

Wake up Healy, girls like me, we don't go f*ck ignorant, pretentious men with lesbian obsessions. We go for hot, tall girls and we f*cking love it. So that leaves you on the outside with your sad, sad little life. So you don't get me ever! So go f*ck yourself!

Piper

I swear to God, if they let me out of here, I will shut up. I will shut up and I will put my head down and I will do my time and I will smile at Healy and I won't go near him. I can do that. But please don't leave me here. Please.

Piper

Alex: It doesn't feel right to be eating while she's in there.
Nicky: Straight girls. They'll f*ck you up every time.

Piper: I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming...
Alex: Shhhh... show don't tell.

Larry: What?
Piper: You look beautiful, too.