Kelly: I really don't like being the bait.
Jill: (over the intercom) Well, how do you think I felt since we started this thing?
Jill: (Posing as a waitress) Hello. Would you like to order dinner now?
Grey-Haired Man: Sure, if you're on the menu.
Jill: (Laughing sarcastically) I bet you were up all night thinking up that one.
Sabrina: (speaking to Tony) I tell you what. Cheer up. As soon as I'm out of here, you can run right down to the local high school and check out the graduating class.
Carmel: You look like you've spent a lot of time on the beach.
Sabrina: Me? Yeah, you're right I have. I bet you'd like it there. Probably find somebody your own age to hang around with.
Charlie: (explaining to the Angels on what there assignment is) That's where you come in.
Kelly: As centerfolds?
Charlie: Kelly, when you took this job you knew that there would be a lot of undercover work.
Jill: That's not undercover? That's not any cover at all.
The Angels learn a lesson about gender assumption when they fail to acknowledge the possibility that a woman can be killing centerfolds. The Feline Magazine and the Feline Clubs are derivative of Playboy, right down to the ears and tails worn by the waitresses.