Jackie: Were you poor? Did you eat chicken pot pie?
Pancakes... Lots of pancakes. [walks away]
Anthony: Would you like a glass of Liebfraumilch?
Leaslie: No thank you. I'll just have a glass of wine.
Marty: That's the name of the wine.
Leslie: Oh, I don't speak French.
Jackie: Who does?
Anthony: You do.
Jackie: Oh, that's right. I do.
Leslie: What does it mean?
Jackie: In French? I think it means something German.
Marty: It means 'Loving Mother's Milk'.
Leslie: You speak French?
Marty: [blank stare]
Jackie: (after Leslie demonstrates that she can say "I Love You" in sign language)
Don't leave this girl alone with any handsome, deaf, mutes, Marty, that's my advice to you.
Marty: Are you being wise?
Jackie: One day I woke up wise.
Marty: One day I woke up stupid.
Jackie: What'd you do?
Marty: I went back to bed.
Jackie: Are you saving yourself for marriage?
Leslie: Oh, no. [gasps] Do you think I should've?
Jackie: If I were getting married I'd wanna check out the goods!
Leslie: Me too!
Jackie: So how are they?
Jackie: The goods.
Leslie: I can't talk about that. He's your brother.
Pretend he's not my brother. I do.
You never go hungry in the desert because of the sand which is there.
Lesly: I don't think you're insane.
Jackie-O: You don't?
Jackie-O: You don't think I'm an eensie weensie bit insane?
Lesly: I don't think you're insane. I think you're just spoiled.
Jackie-O: [exasperated] Oh please, if everyone around here is going to start telling the truth, I'm going to bed.