Mr. Donovan: Oh, but don't worry. You're safe. You're flatter than the field at my summer house.
Jill: A bit of advice. You shouldn't provoke the one's serving your drinks or food.
Mr. Donovan: Don't be offended, kid. You have your audience. I'm just not part of it.

Jill: They confirmed my suspicions that teenagers are a plague that must be eradicated.

Dana: Wait, you talk about the poster and compare it to having a dildo-shaped trophy...
Did you just call me Dildo Face?
Jill: That's what friends are for.

Jill: Getting old isn't a curse, it's an achievement.
Dorothy: You should make a shirt with that. Because if you don't, I will.

Dorothy: What do you say, honey? Do you want some of your boss' wiener?
Jill: I dohohooho...

Jill: But, just thinking about the fact, that I'm serving drinks to dogs...
That at some point all the choices in my life led me to serving drinks to a group of TALKING
dogs...It's one of those moments that makes you want to stop and rethink where your life is going.

Deal: Sure, they have the cognitive abilities of a 7-year olds, but they can talk, drink booze, and argue.
Betty: So you now wanna bang a 7-year old?
Jill: We have a regular here who would be delighted to hear that.

Jill: I still remember when your sister introduced me to him.
He started shouting "I knew it! I ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ knew you were a lesbian! Mark one for daddy!"