Damages

Inmate: What's the matter, rich girl? Daddy won't post bail? Ellen: Lower bunk's mine. Inmate: Bitch, don't even. I ripped off a convenience store and a bodega before they busted my ass. Ellen: I killed my fiancé.

David: I don't know what you are doing anymore. Ellen: I know exactly what I'm doing. David: Really? A man's dead now. Was that the plan?

David: You decide right now -- do you want us or do you want this job? Ellen: Please don't do this. David: Right now. Right... now! You can't decide, can you? Ellen: David... David: No! We're done, Ellen.

Tom: Have you seen her since she... let you go? Ellen: I don't think Patty wants to see me. Tom: Yeah, what you said was pretty... Ellen: Stupid? Tom: I was going to say ballsy, but, yeah, stupid... stupid works.

(Patty comes back after escaping to the beach house) Patty: Ellen... no matter what you think, I didn't have anything to do with any of this. Ellen: I know. Patty: But Tom told me that you accused me of trying to kill you. Ellen: How else was I supposed to get you back here?