Swans Crossing
1992
Mila: It's amazing how you can juggle putting a pool party together, and a fall wardrobe in the same day.
Sydney Rutledge: What is this, a lame and moronic attempt at revenge?
Sydney Rutledge: I know someone who could get a girl to do just about anything, Countess.
Sydney Rutledge: Read my lips--they're sealed.
Sydney Rutledge: Nancy, shut up and leave!
Garrett Booth: Ooh, I love myself!
Mayor Margaret Rutledge: Poor Mila is probably suffering from trauma too, dear. Sydney Rutledge: She's suffering from drama, not trauma. Just a bad case of overacting.
Countess Valaria Rosnovsky: If you ask me the whole thing is an oxymoron. Sydney Rutledge: Excuse me? Countess Valaria Rosnovsky: It's just that in my book, slumber and party just don't seem to go together. Well, darling, my cook needs some suggestions as to what you angels like to eat. Sydney Rutledge: Well, that's easy enough. For a good slumber party, one needs to usual finger foods- pretzels, potato chips, soda, natural and artificial. Countess Valaria Rosnovsky: Hold on, darling, I'm not a stenographer!
Garrett Booth: Ahh, Sydney. How to turn a backstabbing little duckling into a swan!
Nancy Robbins: Does it look like I have Owen's calendar?
J.T. Adams: There goes superclusters!
Sandy Swan: Sydney, you never wear anything more than twice. Sydney Rutledge: That's once too often.
Sydney Rutledge: Use your pedal!
Sydney Rutledge: (Sydney's answering machine) : This is Sydney Rutledge. Obviously, I'm not answering. So, leave me and message so I'll know whether I want to call you back or not.