Paper Dolls

Julia Blake:
[holding a Barbie-type doll] Racine, this will not be the new Taryn Blake doll. It's eyes are brown!

Racine:
I guess they couldn't get that bloodshot color just right.

Racine:
Everyone... meet Jonathan Westland. Then run like hell.

Racine:
[learning they've failed to land a female client] Sandy, have you been lying down on the job... or perhaps not lying down enough?

Sara Frank:
Racine's been in more beds than a hotel breakfast tray...

Racine:
Sandy, what the hell are SATs?

Sandy Paris:
I think it's a test you have to take to get into college.

Racine:
College? Laurie Caswell won't have time for college. She'll be too busy making money for me. Maybe when she's thirty...

Racine:
Darling, did you see what she had on? You know, I heard they're doing experiments to prove that polyester causes cancer in rats.

Grayson Carr:
Racine, of all the people in Manhattan you're just as nasty as I am. We should have lunch more often...

Racine:
Those famous Harper family dinners. Forks on the left, knives in the back.

Racine:
Darling, a little word of advice for the future... when a lady has a hot tub in her bedroom, it is NOT Mother Teresa's apartment.

Racine:
The only way you get fed in this town is if you never look hungry.

Racine:
I think the only time I've ever seen you well-dressed was when you were naked.

Chris York:
Yeah, you think about that a lot?

Racine:
Not really. One screening of your porno movie gave me the general idea.

Racine:
Alright Carl, let's go. Oh, and if you can manage to run over Julia Blake... big points.

Racine:
Sandy, darling, don't think. You're really not terribly good at it.