Head Over Heels (2001)
Amanda: I searched his apartment and I know him... intimately.
Roxana: Honey, you left the blinds open. We all know him intimately.
Jade: I'm getting hives just from being around these ugly people.
Roxana: [underneath Holly] Oh. You borrowed my panties again.
Amanda: Why don't you have a badge?
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: Because I'm undercover!
Amanda: Well Hey! You know what? I'm undercover too! Did you want to see my badge? Oopsie! I don't have one!
Amanda: [spying on Jim's apartment, seeing the girl scouts] Those little whores are good. They even bring the props.
Amanda: I've got the runs. I mean, I've got to run.
Amanda: Oh my God. "I've got the runs?"
Amanda: Why are you talking to your therapist about me?
Jade: She says I talk too much about myself.
Roxana: Hey Amanda? If you find a 20 dollar bill on the floor of someone else's apartment is it the same as if you find it in the street?
Roxana: Then I haven't found anything.
Jade: Lemme just say, if he hadn't washed his hands this investigation would be over right here.
Candi: No props in charades! No props and no clothes! Uncle Pete's rules.
Jade: No more stories from the dark farm, OK Candi?
Holly: We have a lot of people interested, so what is it that you do?
Amanda: Oh, I work...
Holly: You work? I like you! Did I mention you're in the lead for the apartment?
Roxana: Isn't that the new CK girl?
Jade: Uh-huh. She's cute.
Holly: You know, I heard they gave here eleven million dollars.
Amanda: She looks fourteen, though.
Holly: How much room do you need to sleep? But shoes, they need their space.
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: [Referring to Amanda's weak-kneed collapse after seeing him] Maybe you should have those checked.
Jade: So Mr. Alfredo, you need models?
Alfredo: Well what the hell have I been saying?
Roxana: Well what the hell do we look like?
Jade: [leaning out the bathroom window, gasping for air] Let me just say, if he hadn't wash his hands this investigation would be over... Right here!
Amanda: I know what you're thinking, you may think you have the worst taste in men, but you don't... I do. My grade school boyfriend left me for someone with boobs, my high school boyfriend Charlie left me for well, someone with out any boobs.
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: [about the dog] I guess Hamlet likes you.
Amanda: You mean he doesn't tackle just anyone?
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: [smiling] No he tackles everyone. But he only drools on his favorites.
Amanda: Well I'm flattered.
Amanda: New York City. Home to 8 million people. Roughly half of whom are men. Which means half of the city is genetically predisposed to lie to the other half.
[Candi, Holly, Roxana and jade are hiding in the Men's Room while two janitors come in]
Plumber: Yeah, whip that big boy out.
Restaurant Guy: Oh, yeah.
Plumber: I'm gonna put it in now.
Plumber: [Restaurant Guy grunts]
Plumber: Don't worry, I've put this baby into tighter holes than this.
Amanda: Now I know what your flaw is.
Amanda: [she grabs his wrist] You throw like a girl.
[She pulls Jim over and laughs]