- Tracey: You'll never guess who's back in town. That old hot-pants bitch, Abigail Lesley. Never thought she'd have the gall to come back. I mean, not after all that mess and Tom Warren divorcing her like he did.
- Abigail: You see, no matter who I lay with, or how many times, at the end of the night, my thoughts would return to Bay Point and all its narrow, shallow people.
- Lila: Yeah, they're narrow and shallow, but they're really nice.
- Abigail: Well, take you, for instance. You're really nice. On the outside, you're a respectable housewife, devoted mother of two dear, sweet little children. On the inside, you're a cunt.
- Lila: Abigail!
- Abigail: Don't be so shocked, Lila. Remember who you're talking to. I grew up with you. You were as hot a little bitch as I was. You had fantasies at the age of 12 that would make a call girl blush.
- Lila: Yeah, we did a lot of crazy things when we were young.
- Abigail: Gordon, why are you here?
- Gordon: To see you. I missed you.
- Abigail: I've missed you, too. Where's your car? I didn't see it parked outside.
- Gordon: I walked.
- Abigail: Of course. It wouldn't do for someone to find your car outside my door.
- Gordon: Who's been fucking you the last two years?
- Abigail: Lots of people.
- Lila: [getting sexually aroused] This is like a wet dream. I'm going to bed with Gordon Howe. I'm all goosebumps. Oh, look at these nipples. Hard as rocks.