Amanda: I think I'm gonna pass. Marc: You're not passing. I'm not going to stag, hag. Amanda: You'll have to buy your own beer, queer. Marc: You can't just ditch, bi- Amanda: Oh shut up!
Amanda: Who cares about carbs when you're from Queens, right?
Marc: When did catwalk become fatwalk?
Amanda: Keep working- a little mais overtime and you can switch to invisalines.
Amanda: I can bearly leave the house with an out-of-season handbag and you show up on a daily basis looking like a yard sale and you don't care. Its like you were genetically engineered without the fear gene.