COTILLION

Samantha: "Ben Preswick?"
Edward: "Ben Preswick. But I paid a hot dog vendor to spy for me."
Samantha: "That checks out."

Joanna: "How's your head where Ben Preswick bashed it in?"
Edward: "What the fuck are you, an expert of heads? Did you go to college for that? Miss Bitch's School Of Cranial Injury & Domestic Violence?"
Samantha: "Criminy, Edward."
Joanna: "It's okay, I'm used to his uncalled-for rudeness."
Edward, on phone: "Ben Preswick? Gotcha. Sam, it's Ben Preswick. He..."
Samantha: "Say no more. Now Joanna, come sit with me! I'm still into pretending that we are friends or that we have ever met. What a pretty dress! Can I touch your hair?"
Joanna: "Did you know my eyebrows are tattooed on?"

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the 105th annual Metropolitan Debutante Ball..."

FBI

Ken Leung: "Will! Ben Preswick just made bail. Fifty freakin' grand!"
Will: "Not too shabby for an unemployed guy on the run. Wait, who paid it?"
Ken: "More importantly, why are we all at work right now?"

BACKSTAGE

Mia: "Why's my phone off? Surely no Nice Guys in the vicinity would have turned it off to protect me from reality, that would be too hideous."
Carpet: "Enjoy your last forty seconds of childhood, don't worry about it!"

Her escort is hot. The rest of these kids... One wants to be generous, so one stays mum. But these are some jacked-up looking kids. Perhaps chosen for that purpose. For all I know maybe this is an actual cotillion and that's why they all look like Habsburgs and the nightmares of drunken Dumbo, but whatever it is, I'm staying quiet about it. They all stare at her, like in that Twilight Zone about the plastic surgery people, and finally Mia snags a phone off somebody -- after about an hour of Carpet playing keepaway with her phone and generally acting just like every other shitty guy on this show.