Director: What seems to be the problem?
Celia Hodes: The problem is that they don't know how to style my daughter. Why is it that all you gay men hate women SOOOO much?
Director: Because we have mothers like you.
[to the hair stylist]
Director: Okay, you, the hair. Security, the mother.
Celia Hodes: I beg your pardon.
Director: I want her off my set.
Celia Hodes: Control freak.
Director: Horror show.
Isabelle Hodes: [gleefully] I love show business.
[Heylia, Nancy's supplier, is having Joseph, a member of the Nation of Islam, or black Muslims, over for dinner with herself and Vaneeta. Vaneeta does not like Joseph... ]
Joseph: [to Vaneeta, while serving himself some greens] ... Your hostility hangs thick in the air. What's troubling you?
[he passes the greens to Vaneeta]
Vaneeta: You, comin' 'round here with your holier-than-thou bullshit! "We don't eat this, we don't do that!
[Heylia take the bowl from Joseph]
Vaneeta: We like our women dressed like fucking bee-keepers!"
[Heylia slams the bowl down in anger, then glares at Vaneeta]