- Tricia: Oh, the whole bitchy, Cosmo girl, hand-on-the-hip thing, just like Callie; that genetic?
- [Calie looks down and decides to change her position]
- Tricia: [softly scoffs] Oh. My God.
- Callie: I don't have to hear this.
- [walks away from the conversation into another part of the room]
- Tricia: Bravo!
- [meets Callie near the door and chuckles]
- Tricia: You know, I have seen all kinds of schemes and all kinds of cons, but this is frickin' inspiring. You've got some big brass ovaries, Callie.