Ally McBeal

Richard: Elaine, you're a fathead. Billy: Richard. Elaine: This doesn't have to turn personal. Richard: Why did it have to turn stupid? Fathead!

Ally: I mean, with all due respect, you sort of walk around with uppity breasts and the hair flips aren't the most subtle. And your perfume -- you could be flammable. Now, what if somebody shut you down as a safety hazard, how would you feel then? Elaine: That's with all due respect?

Ally: I love it here. It doesn't mean I have to like what I do all the time. Richard: Wha-- what we do -- that's slightly connected to what the place is, Ally. It's a little inconsistent to like it here and not like what you do here. Ally: What this place is, is evolving. I mean, we-- we are a bunch of young lawyers. I mean, we're kids. You work on me, I'll be working on you. And-- and I look forward to one day... when I wake up and I come here and I find you with character. Now, that is the whole challenge of it. And that... is fun.

Renée: People think you're strange, you know, if you sit there and don't talk. John: I'm an enigma. Renée: You're a cute little enigma.

Ally: When we say we're friends, we say it like it's a consolation prize. But the truth, uhm, for me... our friendship -- it's the greatest thing I got going. I cherish it. And to put honesty boundaries on it, I-- I don't want to. Billy: Me neither. So? Ally: So... Free fall with the truth. Hope we both survive. Deal? Billy: Deal.