David: We really have to wear these [rings] for the rest of our lives?
Ellen: It's kind of terrifying, huh?
David: I don't know. Maybe we're making a big mistake.
Ellen: Excuse me?
David: About the rings. Maybe we should've gone gold.
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: 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?