Robert: "Lawyer? Tell me about the lawyer things."
Julian: "I'm gonna go..."
Robert: "This is very important! Much more important than you. Get out!"

Joanna: "Julian, wait up. I need to apologize to you about our date where I nearly stabbed you with a corkscrew. That was not The Rules, I misread..."
Julian: "Love to stay and chat, I just have a couple murders to commit real quick. Rain check?"

KITCHEN

Motorcycle: "What young vagabond does not appreciate the classic look of pearls?"
Mia: "I guess they're so I won't blow you. Or ruin cotillion in my usual lame, cigarette-smoking way."
Motorcycle: "What thirty-two year old ne'er-do-well does not enjoy a social debut?"
Mia: "No way are you coming to cotillion. Get crucial."
Motorcycle: "Then I'm out! I thought you liked motorcycles!"
Mia: "I DO! THAT'S THE PROBLEM HERE, IDIOT!"

SOFIA!

Runs into the bedroom fully clothed, wiping herself down with a towel like this: "Hoo!" I guess she was doing yoga or something, but it's a super weird, super Sofia way to start things.

Sofia: "Robert! Why are you home in the middle of the day, with me all dewy? I know you're not just here to get dressed for cotillion!"
Robert: "Uh no, because it's in five hours. I am here to stress out about FameJunkie.com, whom my lawyers just told me have uncovered our dastardly dude ranch scheme."
Sofia: "It's that goddamn Buffy, I just know it. Shoulda taken her down when we she popped up at that dude ranch so long ago. Well, too late now. You buy FameJunkie.com, I'll put on my best tennis outfit and go choke that bitch out."
Robert: "Maybe we should have told Mia about this at some point before now."
Sofia: "She's gonna want to know who her father is, Robert. And that's when the real shit starts."

I'll point out that, although this show has very little substance so you could be forgiven for thinking we have gotten to this revelation early, the truth is that we are halfway through the entire series, so right about now is actually the correct time for shit to start going down.

CRUZ

As much as I don't care for this Audrey Cruz person, that's half as much as I love her boss Frank, the CEO of the company making Xyrix, Lyitrol's competitor. He's charming, he has a soothing way.

Audrey: "I'm going to Mia Bowers's cotillion."
Frank: "Great, let's fuck 'em up from every direction."
Audrey: "I don't enjoy this. This whole thing where I do my job, it's..."
Frank: "So don't. Stay within your comfort zone, what do I care?"
Audrey: "Robert Bowers gave me my first job. This isn't easy!"
Frank: "I'm not arguing with you. Stop pretending to feel guilty because you think it's what you're supposed to do. And also, Robert Bowers would sell you for body parts if he thought it could move a few more aspirin. Get real."