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Rebecca: I do believe you. That's the point. I always give you the benefit of the doubt. I don't understand why you can't do the same for me.
Justin: Because you're attacking my family. The people I love.
Rebecca: What about me? Why is it always about your family? I need to matter too.
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Nora: Why should anyone listen to society? They're just a bunch of outdated, prudish mandates.
Kitty: Prudish? What has that got to do with anything?
Nora: Everything. Nothing. God, you know I'm done. I'm done trying. Obviously you think I'm a dithering old fuddy duddy standing in the way of everyone's fun, so go ahead and make your phone calls. Just pretend this baby isn't coming.
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Nora: Roger, do you know who you're really married to? Your work! You, my friend are happily monogamous and you don't even know it.
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Nora: Oh my God! I'm the other woman, I'm Holly Harper, I could kill him.
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Kevin: (to Nora) I can't believe you're sleeping with a married man.
Sarah: Kevin!
Kevin: What?
Nora: (to Sarah) You told him? Oh, what do I care?
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Roger: (about his wife) It might sound odd but we're very happy room mates now.
Nora: Room mates? How European of you.
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Roger: (to Nora) I love the way you hide the key under the watermelon cactus. In London we don't have watermelon or cactus. We just have rain.
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Kevin: (to Saul) What's the point in being gay if you're going to act like this?
Scotty: There's no one way to be gay.
Kevin: Well he's managed to pick the most dull, joyless, version I've ever seen.
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Saul: I didn't come out of the closet to become a cliche. Really, and I wouldn't go to a Gay Pride parade either and wear those leather things that they wear.
Kevin: Chaps? This is a baby shower, Saul.
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Kitty: I can see my dorm room from here. Do you see Ramsay Hall, third window from the right?
Marc: That must bring back a lot of fond memories.
Kitty: Well, I don't know about fond, but definitely vivid.
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Nora: What I'm about to say is all I'm going to say.
Sarah: You slept with him. Did you take your clothes off this time?
Nora: Yes.
Sarah: (she screams) God, Mother, you little vixen.
Nora: This from a woman who said I was in sexual denial.
Sarah: Clearly I was wrong about that. How was it?