- Bonnie: [after raunchily mouthing off in front of Luke's religious parents] You'll have to excuse me, I'm a quart low on estrogen.
- Bonnie: [as Christy tucks her in] Am I pretty?
- Christy: What? Of course you are, you're beautiful.
- Bonnie: I don't feel beautiful. I feel like a man trapped in a man's body.
- Christy: That's all in your head.
- Bonnie: Are you saying I'm crazy?
- Christy: Not in this context. Go to sleep, things will look a lot better in the morning.
- Nathan: We're not sure that Luke is the only boy who has slept with this temptress.
- Bonnie: Now hold it right there, I can assure you that with every generation of our family, the women get better. Now, I may have been a drunken slut.
- Christy: She was.
- Bonnie: And my daughter may also have been a drunken slut.
- Christy: Hey!
- Bonnie: What?
- Christy: Sorry, go on.
- Bonnie: But this angel was pure as snow until she smoked your son's blunt, drank his tequila and made mad passionate love to him for about 2 minutes.
- [to Violet]
- Bonnie: Am I right so far?
- Violet: [uncomfortably] Pretty much.