- Ivy: Slut? Oh, oh, no. If I wanna bag a professor from one of my classes, I will, but nobody, and I mean nobody, calls me a slut, so the next time you feel like casting aspersions on my character, try remembering that this quote unquote slut is driving your judgmental ass all the way to Des Moines. So a little decency would be in order. Got it? Good.
- Ivy: Try this! Kim you snotty little pig I was delighted to learn of your infidelity. Your puritanical attitudes towards sex were just childish and insecure.
- Wyatt: Ooh insecure give me something about her weight. She's one of those five eight, hundred pound girls that always gonna say "I'm fat I'm fat"!
- Ivy: Ok! My stomach turned the last time we made out & your gut flapped against me; those cellulite packed cactuses you call thighs with the razor sharp stubble called to mind a fifth rate porno actress that I once jerked off to during the tenure of our sorry marriage of convenience. Now I can finally tell all my friends how nauseating you are to mate with. Rot in Hell! Trips.
- Wyatt Trips: Lay wheels! I'm being chased by Killer Beez!
- Ivy Miller: Trips, it's way too cold for killer bees. They need warm climates to survive.
- Ivy: Extra, Extra. Read all about it. Kim can shake her pom-poms but she won't go at it! Extraaa. Extraaa.
- [in Ivy's nightmare]
- Kimberly: Give me a T, give me an R, give me an I-P-S. What does it spell? Trips! Ivy, if you touch him I will tear you to bits!