Peggy Peabody: I was a lesbian back in 1974.
Bette: Just 1974?
Peggy Peabody: Yes, that was all I needed.
Bette: That's what we commonly refer to as a "hasbian".
[after Alice tells Gabby off exactly as Bette and Tina told her to]
Gabby Deveaux: Emotional cripple? Where did you get that from? Dr. Phil?
Alice: Get out of my house.
Gabby Deveaux: Whatev. Suit yourself.
[starts to leave]
Gabby Deveaux: But this is not a good move for someone like you. Everyone knows you're desperate. There's no way you're going to bounce back from this.
[Dana walks into the country club kitchen looking for Lara and finds her]
[Lara looks up at Dana, and cuts her thumb]
Dana: [freaking out] Oh, my god! Oh! oh, my god, I'm sorry, I...
Lara Perkins: It's okay...
Dana: Ah, Jesus, you're disfigured!
Lara Perkins: [smiling and calm] I'm not disfigured.
Dana: But I could've killed you! When you were... you know.
Lara Perkins: [still smiling] It happens all the time.
Dana: Well, should we call a doctor?
[Lara holds off her hand, and begins counting off visible scars on her fingers]
Lara Perkins: Second-degree burn from the bÈchamel sauce. Run-away shish-kabob. An attack from a particularly hostile live lobster, and, um... electric can-opener.
Dana: [blushing] Is there anything I can do?
Lara Perkins: [holding up thumb] You could kiss it and make it better.
Dana: Um. I was wondering if maybe sometime...
Lara Perkins: I would love to.
[Laura smiles and nods]
Dana: Okay! Is Thursday night okay?
Lara Perkins: Thursday night is great.
Dana: Where do you wanna go?
Lara Perkins: Anywhere you're going.
Dana: Yeah, but you're a food person. So, I want to take you someplace really good. Like L'Orangerie.
Lara Perkins: No, no, no, that's way too expensive.
Dana: I know. I'll take care of it.
Lara Perkins: We're not starting out that way. Um... there's this little place in Koreatown that I've been dying to check out.
Dana: Do I need to make a reservation?
Lara Perkins: How about if I take care of that part, and you just pick me up at eight?