- Six: Did you hear a word I just said?
- Chode: Of course I did, but we're talking about a million dollars here. So, break out the skin tight spandex, put on your best screw me pumps and paint your face up like the whore of Babylon 69. Cause, honey, you're entering this pageant and that's an order.
- Six: Fine. But guess what you're not entering tonight?
- [her bedroom door slides shut]
- Six: [Six is being accused of murder] I didn't do it.
- Babette Bobo: Look, all I know is we got a signed confession.
- [holds up a note]
- Chode: [grabs the note] Yes, a signed confession... written in lipstick. I've had enough lipstick smeared on this hard body over the years to know the difference between 'Jungle Red', what this complete stranger is wearing, and 'Bozo Red', which is on the note, and on your lying lips!
- Chode: Hey, men are visual. Big cahungas and a shaped patootie, they make us go nuts. We can't help it. That's beauty to us. That's how we're wired.