Margot: Here, you're gonna need this.
Elle: Your scrunchie?
Margot: My LUCKY scrunchie. It helped me pass Spanish.
Serena: You passed Spanish because you gave Professor Montoya a lap dance after the final.
Margot: Yeah... Luckily!
Elle: [to Emmett] So, if you don't know an answer they're just gonna kick you out.
Emmett: So you have Stromwell, huh?
Elle: Yes. Did she do that to you too?
Emmett: No, but she did make me cry once... not in class I waited until I got back to my room, but yeah she'll kick you right in the balls, or wherever.
Elle: This is what I need to become.
Old Lady at Manicurist: What? Practically deformed?
Elle: No, a law student.
Elle: I don't need back-ups. I'm going to Harvard.
C.U.L.A. Advisor: Well then, you'll need excellent recommendations from your professors.
Elle: Okay.
C.U.L.A. Advisor: And a heck of an admissions essay.
Elle: Right.
C.U.L.A. Advisor: And at least a 175 on your
LSATs.
Elle: I once had to judge a tighty-whitey contest for Lambda Kappa Pi. Trust me, I can handle anything.
Elle: You're breaking up with me because I'm too... blonde?
Warner Huntington III: Well, no. That's not entirely true...
Elle: Then what? My boobs are too big?
Elle: Is that low-viscosity rayon? With a half-loop top stitching on the hem?
Boutique Saleswoman: Of course. It's one of a kind.
Elle: It's impossible to use a half-loop stitching on low-viscosity rayon. It would snag the fabric. And you didn't just get it in - I saw it in the June Vogue a year ago. So if you're trying to sell it to
me for full price, you've picked the wrong girl.
Paulette: [to her ex-husband] I'm takin' the dog... DUMBASS!
Brooke: I was getting...
[whispers]
Brooke: liposuction.
Elle: I'm sorry, what?
Brooke: [whispers a little louder] I was getting liposuction.
Elle: Huh?
Brooke: [shouting] LIPOSUCTION!
Elle: [gasps loudly]
Brooke: OH GOD!
Elle: [low voice] NO...
Brooke: I know! I'm a fraud! It's not like normal women can have this ass! If my fans knew that I bought it, I would lose everything!
[sadly]
Brooke: I've already lost my husband.
[bitterly]
Brooke: I'd rather go to jail than lose my
reputation.
Elle: [understanding] Brooke, your secret's safe with me.
Brooke: [tearfully, yet thankfully] Thank you.
Warner Huntington III: Excuse me, I'm sorry... are you here to see me?
Elle: No, silly. I go here!
[Elle is presiding at her sorority meeting]
Elle: It has come to my attention that the maintenance staff is switching our toilet paper from Charmin... to generic. All those opposed to chafing, please say "Aye".
Entire Sorority Group: Aye.