Maggie Carpenter: A girl can't get married in flannel!

Maggie Carpenter: Is there one 'right' person for everyone?
Ike Graham: No, but I think attraction is mistaken for rightness.

[Ike's voice on his answering machine]
Ike Graham: Hi leave a message after the beep. If you want to send me a fax then buy me a fax machine.

Maggie Carpenter: Bless me Father for I have sinned. My last confession was...well. Anyway, I have sorta a technical question. I've been having bad thoughts, really bad thoughts.
Priest Brian: Of an impure nature?
Maggie Carpenter: No, No, I want to destroy this man's life, career everything. I want revenge. Now on a sins scale how bad is that? Can I Hail Mary my way out of that?

Ike Graham: Hey, don't knock drunks in bars! It means they're not out driving.

[Maggie has just left her groom standing at the altar, and has jumped aboard a Federal Express truck.]
Ellie: Where is she going?
Fisher: I don't know, but she'll be there by 10:30 tomorrow morning.

Ike Graham: Journalism is literature in a hurry.

Maggie Carpenter: You're a cynical, exploitive, mean-hearted creep who wouldn't know real love if it bit him in the armpit.

Ike Graham: [On the perfect proposal] Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some time, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.