Living Single Season 5 Episode 3

Khadijah: I drank so much that I don't even remember doing it.
Regine: Don't be so hard on yourself girl, it was those tranquilizers that did you in.
Khadijah: What tranquilizers?
(Regine looks towards Max and Max shakes her head)
Max: That's right girl, you were pretty drunk.
Khadijah: Nah, nah, it's all comin' back to me now. (Points at Regine) That was your face under the raccoon coat. Ya'll drugged me.
Max: Is that really relevant?

(Looking out a bottom window, seeing people walking by, but only seeing their feet)
Max: So this is how Regine sees the world.
Regine: Those are feet Max, you know, those things Kyle used to walk out on you.

Overton: Wait a minute, now, how all that food gonna help Khadijah's hangover?
Max: I'm much less cranky when I'm full.

Regine: Max, I keep my herbal tranquilizers in there.
Max: Tranquilizers?
Regine: I offer them to my brides, half if they're nervous and a whole one if their husbands are ugly.

Khadijah: It took Overton a year and a half just to ask you to the flea market.
Syclaire: Good point. Stick your tongue down his throat the minute that you see him girl.

Synclaire: What if Mrs. Porchnik was his one true love and he's travelled here to find her? What if no mountain's high enough, no valley's low enough, no river's wide enough to keep him away from her? Yeah. What if he touched her in the morning?
Overton: No more Miss Ross before bedtime, okay?

Overton: We're a team now. And if one of us fumbles the ball, the other one picks it up, runs it to the end zone and does the victory dance in front of the whole dawg pound.
Synclaire: You still miss the Browns, don't you?

Regine: Listen Ira, you are a man living with women. There will be moments when you really don't belong. This is two of those moments put together.
Tripp: Oh, I understand, I grew up with three sisters. So let me get up outta here before one of ya'll start chasin' me with a hotcomb.

Khadijah: I don't flirt with him. I just use my people skills to get him to open up. Okay, it doesn't hurt that I carry a little tape recorder in my cleave. (Max and Khadijah laugh)
Regine: Khadijah, God did not bless you with boobage so that you could carry office supplies. Girl, you've got to use them things to get a date!
Khadijah: I guess I could approach him about a follow-up interview.
Regine: No, you will not! That's the old Khadijah. Now the new Khadijah needs to put down the notepad and ask the brother out.
Max: The new Khadijah needs to get some and tell us all the dirty details.
Khadijah: The new Khadijah sounds like a big-mouth hooker.

Khadijah: Okay. Look, I got to go talk to the coat.