Blair Warner: You know the worst part about falling asleep at the wheel. I didn't get to see my whole life pass before my eyes.
Jo Polniaczek: Well that would of killed you for sure.
Blair Warner: I'm damaged goods. I'm less than perfect.
Casey Clark: Well I hate to break it to you, but you were never perfect.
Blair Warner: You don't like my nose?
Casey Clark: No... that's not the point. The point is I love you anyway.
Blair Warner: I want you to tell me what I look like, no jokes.
Jo Polniaczek: Well, pretty bruised up, you have a, bandage on your forehead, fat lip. I like it.
Natalie Green: Jo where've you been? You missed a fabulous dinner. Tootie made it! And we ate it!
Casey Clark: I can't believe you'd give up a very promising relationship because you're afraid to face me with a scratch on your head.
[Blair peels off her bandage]
Casey Clark: Okay, that's definitely more than a scratch. In fact it's one pretty damn ugly looking thing. But it's no reason to stop seeing each other.
Blair Warner: When I was 6 years old my mama bought me this little white dress, and it had uh, this little white hat, and these little white gloves, and little white shoes. I looked perfectly perfect. She told me, she told me 'Be very, very careful, and not get dirty. Because one spot, could ruin the whole outfit.' I was so careful!
Jo Polniaczek: Blair.
Blair Warner: All it takes is one slip, one second, and your whole life changes forever.
Jo Polniaczek: You know it could've changed a lot more, the doctor said you were very lucky.
Blair Warner: The doctor said I can get plastic surgery next week. But even then there'll always be... a scar.
Casey Clark: Oh I see... a permanent scar. Maybe you're right. I guess we should stop seeing each other. But let's stay friends, okay? Bye.
[walks out the door, then comes back]
Casey Clark: That's what you expect me to do, isn't it? Just walk out on you, right? Give me a little more credit, lady.