Living Single Season 4 Episode 12

Max: (singing) Take the chair with my own dolly. Fa-la-la-la-la, you can't beat Max.

Mark: Khadijah, I was just telling Allison about your little Flavor magazine project.
Khadijah: Oh. Well, it's just a little hobby. That's gotten me four journalism awards.
Allison: Can I have a copy? I sponsor a youngster in Belize and he'll read anything in English.
Brittany: Allison, please, don't insult the woman. I'm sure she needs every copy she has for the hood.

Charles: Where's Russell?
Regine: Russell is probably still at home trying to figure out which clip-on-tie goes best with his Bermuda shorts.

Max: Hey, stuff your stocking with this.
Regine: Breath drops?
Max: Don't wait til Christmas to use them.

Khadijah: Goose liver and venison? We're hittin' the Waffle Barn on the way home.

Russell: Hold up there, busty and begging. If you get to choose my wardrobe, I get to choose yours. First of all, this is not bra weather!

Russell: I must figure out who to take.
Regine: Take me.
Russell: You have no idea how long I've waited to hear those words.

Regine: Wait a minute. He said the Nummy, not "Rich Men Waiting for Me."

Khadijah: Just like every Christmas-- late for work and early for dinner.
Synclaire: Now, Khadijah, Max did hang the stockings by the chimney with care.
Regine: Her dryer is broken. That was her laundry.

Kyle: Well, if it isn't the Grinch who stole breakfast.
Max: Hey, Kyle, I got some mistletoe in my back pocket. Why don't you kiss my ass?

Russell: The way I see it, she'll be in debt to me for years. (Watches Regine sitting in vibrating chair.) Ooh! Let me watch you for five minutes and we'll call it even. Shake your shimmy now!

Khadijah (to Overton): Okay, Dutch Boy, get your can out of that chair.

Russell: I'm a sensitive man, and you called me a pervert.
Regine: I'm sorry.
Russell: No. Too little, too late. Just walk away. Ah, put a little shimmy in it!

Regine: Russell, how do you know those people?
Russell: My second wife was a blue blood. Or was it my third? I get them confused. That was a pretty crazy summer.

Mark: Khadijah. That's a charming name. It's ethnic, isn't it?
Khadijah: Yes. Both my parents are ethnic.

Max: This round goes to Satan's helpers. But be warned: Satan owes me big.

Regine: Isn't someone supposed to announce us?
Russell: Ladies and gentleman, (pointing to her chest) the eighth and ninth wonders of the world.

Khadijah: Who was attacking Charles? And who the hell was attacking me?
Russell: Regine's lunch buddies. Tell her, Lady Marmalade.

Russell: Regine, those women are sharks. They'll eat you alive and spit out your wig.

Regine: Even in a tux, you're still a pervert.
Russell: Oh, I've graduated from sicko to pervert. Next stop, groom.

Regine: As we all know, ladies who lunch know the men who buy dinner.

Synclaire: (sitting in Max's electric chair) Obie, I think I'm cheating on you.

Khadijah: Do you really think these people can ruin Charles's career?
Regine: These people are shallow. They are patronizing. They're vindictive. Oh! And I'm late for lunch with them. Smooches.

Max: I'm a lawyer, and that is malicious bolting with intent to screw.

Synclaire: Since the subway ride home didn't improve your mood, maybe my colorful little fable will. Just sit back and relax. (Clears throat.) Sometimes when you really care about someone, it's difficult to tell the difference between having their back and going behind it.
Overton: That's it? No bears? No perpetrating wolf?
Synclaire: It was really long, so I cut straight to the moral.
Khadijah: What are you saying, I'm wrong here?
Synclaire: Maybe not you, but the well-meaning goose I cut from the fable. She tried to help her friend the beaver keep his anesthesiology award. But he didn't want it because it came from some bad snooty beavers.
Khadijah: I think I know what you're saying.
Synclaire: You see, the beaver here represents...
Khadijah: I got it!

Max: No snaps, no haps.