Aunt Vesta: Here you go, little girl. *hands CC some money*
Young C.C.: What's this for?
Aunt Vesta: It'll keep you honest.

C.C.: Harry, I did you catch that set? Those people loved me! So, I was wondering if I could borrow fifty dollars until pay day.
Harry: No.
C.C.: What the hell is this, a piano bar or a Nazi work camp? I'm singing my heart out for bupkus, peanuts. I'm eating dog food and you can't even give me fifty dollars you already owe me?! [Harry hands her the money.] Oh, Harry, you're an angel. If you're mother hadn't been such a bitch, we could've shared something important.

CC: Guess who got the part in the Falcon Players' new production??
Hillary: certainly not the hand walking queer!

CC Bloom: But enough about me, let's talk about you... what do YOU think of me?

CC Bloom: It looks like a flamingo threw up in here!

Hillary: I was jealous. I was so jealous of you I couldn't see straight! You did everything you said you were going to do, everything! And your talent, this incredible talent! I can't even yodel!

Hillary: I don't even remember what it was I was mad about and I don't care. Whatever it was that you did, I forgive you.
C.C.: What I did? You and your lousy letters. Just to get one of them made me special even before I opened it. All your crappy stories, all your big dreams.
Hillary: I didn't know that.
C.C.: Well, what the hell did you know? Did you know how bad things were for me? No, because you wouldn't even open my letters. If you had even answered one, just one! Told me what a jerk I was, anything! But you didn't. You took your friendship away without even discussing it with me. So, thank you very much for forgiving me. But I don't forgive you.

CC: OK, stay in. But will you at least get out of those pajamas? You've been in them for over a week!
Hillary: So what? Who the hell are you, the clothes police?

CC: You're not dead yet: so stop living as if you are!