Cybill: I almost always remember the people I have sex with.
Cybill: He ruined my memory. Now I won't be able to think of my first three times without feeling...
Maryann: Nasty? Dirty? Slimed?
Cybill: No, I liked all that.
Maryann: He lied and now he must pay. I love this part.
Maryann: Ah, poetry. The villainous verse of the male sex, dipping their quills into the black ink of deception. Scrawling lie, after lie, after lie on the unspoiled parchment of your heart, only to burn it in the blood soaked fire of betrayal.
Bobbie Ray: I've seen just about all your movies.
Cybill: Aww and you still called!
Maryann: But you drove me here.
Maryann: Buh-bite me.
Cybill: This is a guy who serves food.
Waiter: Thank you for that lovely introduction lady who belches.
Maryann: When men talk about sex they lie.
Ira: No we don't! We lie to get sex. Then we sleep.
Cybill: I sent that letter over a week ago, I should have heard from him by now.
Maryann: Maybe he doesn't remember you. (Cybill glares at her.)
Maryann: Because you were so spectacular you blew out his long term memory.
Cybill: This is great, everywhere I look it's me, me, me!
Maryann: (Picking up the phone.) Hello, ego control? There's been a spillage.
Cybill: Zoey, this man sent you salami. I insist you marry him.
The episode title is an allusion to the Lionel Richie song "Three Time's a Lady."