Cynthia: Sometimes I dance around my apartment in my underwear doesn't make me Madonna.

Mick: Tess, will you marry me?
Tess McGill: Maybe.
Mick: What kind of an answer is maybe?
Tess McGill: If you want a different answer, ask a different girl.

[The morning after Tess passed out from drinking.]
Tess McGill: What did happen, exactly?
Jack Trainer: The earth moved. The angels wept. The Polaroids are, are, uh...
[gropes about in his coat pockets]
Jack Trainer: are in my other coat.
[Grins.]
Jack Trainer: Nothing happened. Nothing happened!

Tess McGill: You can bend the rules plenty once you get to the top, but not while you're trying to get there. And if you're someone like me, you can't get there without bending the rules
Orren Trask: You've got a real fire in your belly.
Tess McGill: I'm not quite sure what you mean, sir. I've got something in my belly, but I think it's nervous knots.

Jack Trainer: You're the first woman I've seen in one of these things that dresses like a woman, not like a woman thinks a man would dress if he was a woman.
Tess McGill: Thank you I guess.

[About Jack's chin scar]
Tess McGill: How did you get the scar?
Jack Trainer: Some guy pulled a knife in Detroit.
Tess McGill: Really?
Jack Trainer: No. No. I was nineteen and I thought it'd be cool to have a pierced ear. My girlfriend stuck the needle through and I heard this pop and fainted and hit my chin on the toilet.

Cynthia: Can I get ya anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?

[Looking through Katherine Parker's wardrobe]
Cynthia: Six thousand dollars? It's not even leather!

[In the bar]
Tess McGill: I have a head for business and a bod for sin. Is there anything wrong with that?
Jack Trainer: Uh, no. No.

Tess McGill: You know, maybe I just don't like you.
Jack Trainer: Me? Naaah!

Tess McGill: [to Katherine] Look, maybe you've got everyone around here fooled with this saint act you have going, but don't you ever talk to me again like you and I don't both know what really happened. Now get your bony ass out of my sight!