You know, I know a liar when I see one because I am a liar.
I need a drink, a man, or a massage. Or a drunken massage by a man.
I think you’re either born simple or you’re born me.
I’m not wearing white. It’s sexist and vaguely racist.
What? I don’t know. I don’t do failure. Meredith and I don’t fail things, this isn’t in my book.
I’m painting Burke’s apartment. So I can stop calling it Burke’s apartment. A happy color. Red, like blood.
You are eight feet tall. Your boobs are perfect. Your hair is down to there. If I was you I would just walk around naked all the time. I wouldn’t have a job, I wouldn’t have any skills, I wouldn’t even know how to read. I would just be… naked.
and my favorite…
Somebody sedate me!