- Quinn: Look at you! You're like a model. I mean, when we hug, I look like a skin tag hanging off of you.
- Terry: If Devon is the one, unless there's a piece of coal in that ring instead of a diamond, your sitting on it longer isn't doing any good.
- Devon: He freaks out about everything.
- Quinn: What? I do not!
- Devon: Every time you sit down at the piano now you mention that your hands are shrinking.
- Quinn: My hand span does seem smaller.
- Devon: Okay, and then last week you thought your hair was going white.
- Quinn: I found all those white hairs on my collar.
- Devon: Okay, which was cat fur.
- Quinn: I didn't do a DNA test.
- Quinn: [crying at Père-Lachaise Cemetery] Oh, I'm sorry. Wouldn't want to embarrass you by crying in a fucking graveyard!