Ugly Betty

Betty: I should have known that when he said I was beautiful, he meant on the inside. Daniel: You are. Betty: You don't have to say that Daniel. I'm fine with who I am. But I'm not beautiful.

Cliff: Why is the idea of moving in with me so hard? Marc: It's just big. It's like deciding to get a kid. How do you know it's the right time? Or what kind to get? I mean, do you go Russian, Chinese, or stay local, and do something South American? And then, what if you're wrong and it clashes with your furniture?

Marc: I'm so sorry, it has just been non-stop around here. What with the blackmailing, backstabbing, and going on Pinkberry runs, I barely even have time to take the curlers out of my hair. (Marc touches his hair in reference to the curlers in his hair and gasps) Is there still one back there?

Connor: Perfect. Older is always better. Wilhelmina: I wouldn't know, I've been the same age for years.

Amanda: And when he turns out to be a serial killer, he can just find someone else to cut into pieces. (she pinches Betty's cheeks) You're welcome.

Amanda: I can't sleep. (Amanda pushes Betty over and squeezes into her bed) Betty: What do you want me to do about it? Amanda: Sometimes it helps when you tickle my back and tell me I'm pretty. (Amanda turns her back towards Betty, and Betty reluctantly tickles her back)

Wilhemina: This is why I hate women, Marc, they're weak. Marc: Ugh, look at them throwing themselves at him. Although I would love to live in his pants for a year.