- Nina Van Horn: I know the perfect woman for you. She's cute and charming, and she's a successful surgeon.
- Elliot DiMauro: How do you know a surgeon?
- Nina Van Horn: Feel my ass.
- Elliot DiMauro: Wow. That's great. Did she do that?
- Nina Van Horn: No, I just needed a pick me up.
- Elliot DiMauro: Nina, where have you been?
- Nina Van Horn: I got on the wrong limo outside the building and ended up at the Peruvian Consolate. FYI, we may soon be at war.
- Elliot DiMauro: What are you doing?
- Stacy: That stuff I told you was in confidence. Clients have a right to a little privacy. I have a code.
- Elliot DiMauro: You're a hooker!
- Stacy: With a code!
- Dennis Finch: The bad news is, you still give her the creeps.
- Kevin Liotta: What's the good news?
- Dennis Finch: [after a pause, answers phone] Jack Gallo's office.
- Kevin Liotta: That didn't even ring.
- Nina Van Horn: She's not a hooker, she's a high-class escort.
- Elliot DiMauro: What's the difference?
- Nina Van Horn: About $900 and a slight element of doubt as to the outcome of your evening.
- Nina Van Horn: Where are those sunglasses?
- [a crunch is heard as Kevin moves his mail cart]
- Kevin Liotta: Uh-oh. I hope that was a bug.
- Nina Van Horn: Did you just break my sunglasses?
- Kevin Liotta: I don't know. Were they in three pieces when you lost them?
- Nina Van Horn: So, you know lots of models.
- Elliot DiMauro: Hey, yeah! I'll call Amber.
- Nina Van Horn: Married.
- Elliot DiMauro: Bridget.
- Nina Van Horn: Lesbian.
- Elliot DiMauro: Coleen?
- Nina Van Horn: Lost a leg, found God.