Truck Driver: Eight years ago, Tom, my husband, got cancer. It was pancreatic, a real bitch. The symptoms showed up late.
Lacie: I'm so sorry.
Truck Driver: You don't know me, so you're not really sorry. You're just mainly awkward 'cause I have sprung some cancer talk at you.
Lacie: Don't shit on me for aiming higher.
Ryan: Pelican Cove higher?
Lacie: What's wrong with Pelican Cove? They're great apartments!
Ryan: They are fake-smile jail cells!
Man in Jail: I don't like your brassiere.
Lacie: I don't like your mustache.
Man in Jail: I don't like your aura.
Lacie: My aura?
Man in Jail: Yeah.
Lacie: I don't like... your... head. Your entire head is just ridiculous to me.
Man in Jail: Really?
Lacie: You look like an alcoholic former weatherman.
Ryan: [picks up Pelican Cove brochure] Pelican Cove? What is this? A eugenics program?
Lacie: A lifestyle community.
Ryan: [looks at the photo on the brochure] No one is *this* happy. A two-year-old with a fucking balloon isn't this happy.
Ryan: There's sugary and then there's fucking diabetes!
Lacie: The little girl who, when we were just five-years-old in art camp, started talking to me because she saw I was scared and helped me make Mr. Rags.
Lacie: He reminds me of you and what you meant to me then! And I'm so honored to be here to see this shit! I love you, Nay-Nay! I've always loved you! I love you!
Lacie: [answers phone] Hi, Nay! So, oh, my God, insane night, but I am so close now.
Naomie: Don't come.
Naomie: No. No.
Lacie: I'm like an hour away...
Naomie: Don't come. I don't want you here. I don't know what is up with you, but I cannot have a 2.6 at my wedding.
Hansen: So in terms of quality, you could use a punch up right there. Ideally, that's up votes from quality people.
Lacie: Quality people?
Hansen: High fours. Impress those up-scale folks, you'll gain velocity on your arc and there's your boost.
Lacie: We'd talk about all the things girls talk about, you know, boys, hair, products, uh... more boys.
Lacie: I mean, I tried sometimes to expand our range a little and talk about climate change, but she found that kind of boring so - Go on. She was probably right. I mean, fuck the planet, right?
Lacie: Whoo! Yes, thank you! Come on. Let's have a little fun here. You know, fuck the planet!
Lacie: Fuck the planet! -
Lacie: [crockery rattles]