- Julia Houston: It's over.
- Frank Houston: Is it?
- Julia Houston: Yes. Yes.
- Frank Houston: It was Michael, wasn't it? I thought, when I saw you two at the workshop, but then I thought, God, no, she wouldn't, she wouldn't, that's just not even... possible. That's what I thought.
- Jason: [orange juice commercial rehearsal] Hi, Karen, hi! You look fantastic!
- Karen Cartwright: [skintight green body-stocking] Really? I feel like a frog.
- Ivy Lynn: Why can't I be the star?
- Bobby: Did you hear about Karen? She booked a national commercial... for orange juice.
- Ivy Lynn: How does she do that? She just walks into this city with that Midwestern moon face and lands everything.
- Jessica: [tries cheering up Ivy] She didn't land Marilyn.
- Ivy Lynn: [snaps angrily] Neither did I!
- [causing Jennifer to back down unhappily]
- Ivy Lynn: I'm sorry.
- [gets up]
- Ivy Lynn: I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!
- Karen Cartwright: [after on-stage fiasco, Ivy has gone out in the street wearing angel costume] Ivy! Ivy, wait!
- Ivy Lynn: [mumbling to herself] Oh, you got to be kidding!
- Karen Cartwright: [catching up] Are you okay?
- Ivy Lynn: You saw that? Oh, of course, you were right there to see everything. Did you enjoy it?
- Karen Cartwright: No, of course not.
- Ivy Lynn: [softly mocking] Of course not.
- [continues on her way]
- Karen Cartwright: Wait! I have your sunglasses.
- Ivy Lynn: [smirks] You're returning my sunglasses? You know what I did when I found your sunglasses? I threw them out!
- Karen Cartwright: Whatever.
- [turns, heads off]
- Ivy Lynn: You're nothing special! There are thousands of girls just like you! Millions of girls just like you! And you think this
- [looks down at her chorus girl costume]
- Ivy Lynn: will never happen to you?
- [breaks down:]
- Ivy Lynn: This was supposed to be my time...
- Karen Cartwright: It is your time. You're on Broadway. You're Marilyn Monroe.
- Ivy Lynn: I was Marilyn for like five seconds.
- Karen Cartwright: But I never got to do it even once, so maybe you should stop complaining about how lousy your life is.
- Ivy Lynn: [tearful tirade] You were weak, you were naïve, you didn't want it enough, you didn't put enough on the line...
- Karen Cartwright: Yeah, okay. I didn't sleep with Derek, and you're right, I didn't do enough. But trust me, it wasn't because he didn't ask. You were the first choice. Sorry.
- Ivy Lynn: Please. My mother said worse things than that regularly at Sunday dinner.
- Ivy Lynn: [collapsed onto bed, exhausted, still in angel costume] Hey, we're now best friends now, okay?
- Karen Cartwright: I know.
- Ivy Lynn: [sleepily] Good.