Filthy Rich

Margaret:
Rot in hell.

Rose:
I'm sorry this is the same allowance I've gotten since I was 16.

Antonio:
You've been getting $10, 000 a week since you were 16?

Margaret:
Give it up for my boy Antonio.

Yopi:
Her boy? He's a star. He's my star.

Eugene:
I'm calling the law.

Officer:
Silly Eugene, I am the law.

Franklin:
I just wish Margaret could love me back. I just wish I felt like any of 'em knew how to love me back.

Ginger:
Look at you all, like an off-brand cast of the Wizard of Oz. Dorothy, the Tin Man, the Scarecrow, the Cowardly Lion, and Toto too because you ride around in your mother's basket.

Rose:
I deserved that.

Becky:
It's you, isn't it? You're the one who has been sleeping with Eric.

Rachel:
Becky, I'm so sorry. I never thought about you as an actual person.

Becky:
I haven't thought of me as an actual person either.

Becky:
Eric and I had to get married. I don't think he ever loved me anyway.

Ginger:
If I had been there, he'd still be alive.

Franklin:
No he wouldn't. You'd both be dead.

Margaret:
Nothing is going to ruin my daughter's perfect wedding day. Not even her groom.