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Luis: (to Sage) Usually when you like someone, you ask them out to the movies, you compliment them. You don't throw a $10,000 a table event and boss them around for 3 days.

Megan: Things get a little hot when you leave them in the pressure cooker. Marco: You're speaking kitchen. Cute.

Sage: (to Luis) We have a situation with one of our guests. Apparently shellfish will make him die, which, judging by his wife, would probably be a blessing.

Megan: Charlie! Yay! Let's apply to some colleges. You can stop me from having sex in inappropriate places. Charlie: Glad to be of service.

Megan: I sustained a head injury trying to whore it up, as per your instructions, and as a head trauma victim, I thought it would be appropriate to have supply-room sex with Will. Marco: Trashy. That's so Grey's of you.

Keith: Megan! You can kiss Marco's breakfast buns goodbye.

Mrs. Bennington: Taking on the role of benefactress isn't like throwing on one of your ridiculous little dresses. Many of us spend months preparing for our event. Rose: Really? Because I've been doing this, like, two days and we're pretty much good to go.

Rose: Sage and I are planning this benefit luncheon and we want Luis to be in charge of the menu, for reasons that I can't really get into right now, but can you make sure that he doesn't totally like ruin it? Marco: Supervise without taking any credit. It's what I live for.

Sage: (to Rose) Using a party to get a guy? It's retro but with a twist.

Rose: We need to discuss what you're going to wear down to dinner. Sage: I'm not putting on some outfit for Luis. This is stupid. It's never going to work, Rose. Rose: Well sure it is. We just have to get you two in the same room so you can talk about stuff without all the bickering. Sage: The bickering was all we had. Without the bickering we're just two people who live in the same house. Except he doesn't actually live here.