- [Eliot and Viv are giving Rita a lift to her boyfriend's place]
- Eliot: All right, we're close. I know this neighborhood. I do a lot of business up here.
- Rita Abromowitz: Really? What do you do?
- Vivian: He deals drugs.
- Eliot: Vivian! Will you mind not going around misrepresenting me like that? Jesus. I just don't want anyone to the get the wrong idea that I'm like some kind of school yard pusher.
- Rita Abromowitz: Oh, I don't mind. In fact, do you have anything for my nerves? You know, just laying around?
- [rapidly]
- Rita Abromowitz: Seconal, Demerol, Tuinal, Valium, Quaaludes, Percocet...
- Vivian: Rita!
- Eliot: Not my merchandise. I deal exclusively in pot.
- Rita Abromowitz: That shit makes me paranoid.
- Vivian: [Narrating] Dingbats, that's what they're called. Two story apartment buildings featuring cheap rent and fancy names that promise the good life but never deliver.
- Vivian: [narrating] I used to think the good life was somewhere just outside the window of my father's car. But now I see it's on the inside.
- Eliot: [looking at his backseat] There's blood. Do you still have your period?
- Vivian: No, I would've warned you.
- Eliot: What just happened here?
- Vivian: ...Let's just get dressed.
- Eliot: Are you telling me I popped your cherry?
- Vivian: I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. I just wanted to get it over with. No ceremony.
- Eliot: That puts a lot of pressure on a man. Did you think of that? Did you think of me? You know what this makes me? A criminal. On 2 counts! Devirginizing a minor.
- Murray Samuel Abromowitz: Who the hell is that on your shirt?
- Eliot: Charles Manson, sir.
- Murray Samuel Abromowitz: Okay...
- [to family]
- Murray Samuel Abromowitz: Your sister gets the bedroom.