C.C.: Harry, I did you catch that set? Those people loved me! So, I was wondering if I could borrow fifty dollars until pay day.
Harry: No.
C.C.: What the hell is this, a piano bar or a Nazi work camp? I'm singing my heart out for bupkus, peanuts. I'm eating dog food and you can't even give me fifty dollars you already owe me?! [Harry hands her the money.] Oh, Harry, you're an angel. If you're mother hadn't been such a bitch, we could've shared something important.

CC Bloom: It looks like a flamingo threw up in here!

Hillary: I'm not stubborn, I'm... right.

CC: OK, stay in. But will you at least get out of those pajamas? You've been in them for over a week!
Hillary: So what? Who the hell are you, the clothes police?

CC: You're not dead yet: so stop living as if you are!

CC Bloom: But enough about me, let's talk about you... what do YOU think of me?