Ava: Judith, we've being going at this for weeks. Look around this office. What do you see?
Judith: A bunch of women with hair from India?
Ava: Look at me, Judith. What you should see is people in this office care about what they look like. Unlike you. We have over a billion dollars walking in and out of these offices looking for love. We have a standard to uphold. This is not our standard.
Judith: Okay, Ava... I don't have to wear fancy dresses and fancy shoes to prove that I'm qualified to do my job.
Ava: Yes, you do.
Judith: No, I don't. I have a degree.
Ava: A degree? A degree on the wall without labels on your back is nothing.
Judith: You know... I've been meaning to tell you... you are in an existential identity crisis. I did my research on you. You spent two weeks in Paris and all of a sudden you got a French accent? Girl, we know you're actually from Georgia.
Janice: [breaking character; Southern accent] Bitch, you'd better get your ass outta my office!
Sarah: [refering to Harley] That man is the devil! He will take you to hell with him!
Judith: Well, at least I'll enjoy the ride!
Judith: Why are you trying to put spit in my hair?
Ava: I'm trying to be your friend here, Judith. When people look at you, it reflects bad on me. They don't think you have a mirror or a friend. And we know we're friends. My friends don't look like this. They look like this.
[points to herself]