- [to a drunk patient who grabs her ass]
- Raychel: A,B,C, your next time you're sober. D, there's the door.
- Raychel: Gio, me and you are going dancing, right? We'll get married.
- Gio Esposito: Next wedding is you and me.
- Raychel: You and me in leather.
- Gio Esposito: In a thong.
- Raychel: Whatever you want; thong, shmong.
- Raychel: I can't figure you out.
- Meg: Why not?
- Raychel: Cause your like shy, but you're outgoing. You're insecure but your conceited. Then some things you're totally clueless and other things you get in like two fucking seconds. So I'm confused.
- Meg: Is that supposed to be a compliment?
- Raychel: See, now you're like dissed but also flattered.
- Raychel: [hiding drugs in take-out boxes for mob customers] Some people like cheap wine and valium. Other people like swans with zesty take-out!