- Dr. Sellers: So, what's *not* the problem now?
- Bonnie: Well he seems to be breathing funny.
- Dr. Sellers: He's 16, it's a wonder he's breathing at all.
- Christy: Here's where you write down the names of everyone that did you wrong, and here's where you write what they did, and the most important part, the role that *you* played in it.
- Natasha: But, I didn't do anything.
- Christy: Really, Natasha? You're in rehab, your child is in foster care, and a meth head bit you on your punching hand. Are you *sure* you didn't have anything to do with it?
- Natasha: I'm in good hands with Bambi here.
- Jill Kendall: Bambi?
- Christy: It was my stripper name.
- Jill Kendall: You named yourself after a baby deer who saw his mother get her head blown off?
- Christy: ...I had the big eyes.
- Bonnie: So he's not going to die?
- Dr. Sellers: Well we're all gonna die eventually.
- Bonnie: But before Sunday at 8 PM?
- Dr. Sellers: You should be safe.
- Jill Kendall: Emily, do you want to try on this bra?
- Emily: Please stop saying bra.
- Jill Kendall: Would brassiere be better?
- Christy: Brassiere: B-R-A-S-S-I-E-R-E, brassiere.
- [grins]
- Bonnie: Actually I think there's a Z in there, but good try anyway.
- Jill Kendall: I remember when I was in rehab, I felt so lonely and scared and just wanted to drink all the time.
- Natasha: You've been in rehab?
- Christy: Yep, and look at her now, she hasn't driven a Maserati into a storefront for 3 whole years!
- Jill Kendall: Here you go, Natasha, we got you some sugary snacks, you should be able to trade those for cigarettes.
- Natasha: Thanks.
- [to Emily]
- Natasha: Hey baby, Christy's gonna help me get out of here so we can move to LA.
- Jill Kendall: [forced smile] I'm sorry, how long we were gone?
- Jill Kendall: This is just like the rehab I was in.
- Christy: Really? Because when I went to visit you, the pool boy led me right to your cabana.
- Jill Kendall: That doesn't mean it wasn't hard, for instance, that pool was *not* heated.
- Jill Kendall: Ooh these are cute. Emily, how're you set for panties?
- Emily: [from the dressing room] Please stop talking!
- Christy: [on the phone] No Natasha, that's a bad idea. Yeah, okay, bye.
- [hangs up]
- Wendy: What'd she want to do?
- Christy: Host a casino night at the rehab center to steal everyone's disability checks.
- Bonnie: I tried that once, it's a bitch cashing them.
- Marjorie: Hey, at least she thought about it and called you before she just went and did it.