- Miriam 'Midge' Maisel: You stole your mother's car?
- Susie Myerson: She stole my childhood. I think we're even.
- Susie Myerson: [regarding the rash on her face] Hey, you have any idea what these weird bumps are? I mean, is this like a local thing?
- Counter Boy: I'm sixteen.
- Susie Myerson: Yeah, I didn't ask you if you'd ever been blown, I asked about this.
- [indicates her face]
- Joel Maisel: Now pay them.
- Ricky: She was late.
- Susie Myerson: Ten minutes!
- Joel Maisel: Doesn't matter. Pay her what you owe her.
- Ricky: So you're her manager.
- Susie Myerson: I'm her manager, Ricky. You know that.
- Ricky: So who are you?
- Joel Maisel: What's it matter?
- Ricky: I like to know who I'm talking to.
- Joel Maisel: I'm her husband.
- Ricky: Her husband! Well, why the fuck don't you keep her--
- [interrupted by Joel's right hook]
- Miriam 'Midge' Maisel: Joel.
- Joel Maisel: Wherever that sentence was going, it was going to end up like that anyway.
- Susie Myerson: A whole new light, pal.
- Joel Maisel: Now pay her what you owe her.