Vivian Ward

— Everybody is trying to land him.
— Well, I'm not trying to land him. I'm just using him for sex.

— It's just that, uh, very few people surprise me.
— Yeah, well, you're lucky. Most of 'em shock the hell outta me.

The bad stuff is easier to believe.

— Let's watch old movies all night... we'll just veg out in front of the TV.
— Veg out?
— Yeah. Be still like vegetables. Lay like broccoli.

— Are you ok?
— I'm fine!
— Seven "fine"s since we left the polo match. Can I have another word?
— ASSHOLE! *There's* a *word*!
— I think I liked *fine* better.

— You're late.
— You're stunning.
— You're forgiven.

Baby, I'm gonna treat you so nice, you're never gonna wanna let me go.

— You clean up real nice.
— Well, thanks, but it's easy to clean up when you got money.

— So what happens after he climbs up and rescues her?
— She rescues him right back.

— Did you like the opera, dear?
— It was so good, I almost peed my pants!
— What?
— She said she liked it better than Pirates of Penzance.

— I told you not to pick up the phone.
— Then stop calling me.