I'm the nicest goddamn dame that ever lived.

I'd marry again if I found a man who had fifteen million dollars, would sign over half to me, and guarantee that he'd be dead within a year.

I've always liked men better than women.

I'd luv to kiss ya, but I just washed my hair.

Dale Luck looked like your average off the street homeless hippy with long hair and was pretty laid back.

What I need is to believe in myself again- for my faith has been greatly undermined; it seems to me my role is over.

And she had It. It, hell; she had Those.