Trina: I'm sure she's fine.
Angela: Trick, was anybody talking to you?
Trina: Trick?
Angela: Yes, trick. As in slut, whore, tramp. You don't know your name?
Marcus: You women are so used to losing that you don't even realise when you have won.
Marcus: Could you lay off that for a while?
Angela: Could you go to hell for a while?
Patricia: I love you more than all the words in all the books in all the world.
Angela: I got burned by Walter, I got my shot, I was just waitin for you to say somethin'.
