A young woman is attracted to a man despite her thinking she's seen him kill someone.

Amanda: I searched his apartment and I know him... intimately.
Roxana: Honey, you left the blinds open. We all know him intimately.
Amanda: Why don't you have a badge?
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: Because I'm undercover!
Amanda: Well Hey! You know what? I'm undercover too! Did you want to see my badge? Oopsie! I don't have one!
Roxana: [underneath Holly] Oh. You borrowed my panties again.
Candi: If they get married, I'll do the shower.
Jade: I'll do the pictures.
Roxana: I do groomsmen.
Jade: I'm getting hives just from being around these ugly people.
Gladys: I'm gonna have red beans for dinner!
Amanda: [spying on Jim's apartment, seeing the girl scouts] Those little whores are good. They even bring the props.
Roxana: Isn't that the new CK girl?
Jade: Uh-huh. She's cute.
Holly: You know, I heard they gave here eleven million dollars.
Amanda: She looks fourteen, though.
Holly: Hello?
Roxana, Jade, Holly: She's twelve.
Roxana: And remember, turn on the headlights.
[Candi, Holly, Roxana and jade are hiding in the Men's Room while two janitors come in]
Plumber: Yeah, whip that big boy out.
[a roto-rooter]
Restaurant Guy: Oh, yeah.
Plumber: I'm gonna put it in now.
[the toilet]
Plumber: [Restaurant Guy grunts]
Plumber: Don't worry, I've put this baby into tighter holes than this.
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: [Referring to Amanda's weak-kneed collapse after seeing him] Maybe you should have those checked.
Jade: So Mr. Alfredo, you need models?
Alfredo: Well what the hell have I been saying?
Roxana: Well what the hell do we look like?
Candi: No props in charades! No props and no clothes! Uncle Pete's rules.
Roxana: Ew!
Jade: No more stories from the dark farm, OK Candi?
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: [about the dog] I guess Hamlet likes you.
Amanda: You mean he doesn't tackle just anyone?
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: [smiling] No he tackles everyone. But he only drools on his favorites.
Amanda: Well I'm flattered.
Jade: Not one step further. This place is filthy.
Lisa: Look busy.
Amanda: I am busy.
Lisa: Well, help me look busy.
Amanda: I know what you're thinking, you may think you have the worst taste in men, but you don't... I do. My grade school boyfriend left me for someone with boobs, my high school boyfriend Charlie left me for well, someone with out any boobs.
Holly: How much room do you need to sleep? But shoes, they need their space.
Jade: Lemme just say, if he hadn't washed his hands this investigation would be over right here.
Holly: We have a lot of people interested, so what is it that you do?
Amanda: Oh, I work...
Holly: You work? I like you! Did I mention you're in the lead for the apartment?
Candi: Don't envy us. We're struggling.
Amanda: Not my dog that what they say to avoid a lawsuit
[Hamlet Nudges Amanda from behind making Amanda fall into Jim's arms]
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: Come on Hamlet
[!]
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: No means no, dude.
Amanda: New York City. Home to 8 million people. Roughly half of whom are men. Which means half of the city is genetically predisposed to lie to the other half.
Amanda: Why are you talking to your therapist about me?
Jade: She says I talk too much about myself.
Amanda: It looks like a closet.
Holly: Silly, closets don't have windows.
Amanda: I've got the runs. I mean, I've got to run.
[walks away]
Amanda: Oh my God. "I've got the runs?"
Jade: [leaning out the bathroom window, gasping for air] Let me just say, if he hadn't wash his hands this investigation would be over... Right here!
Roxana: Hey Amanda? If you find a 20 dollar bill on the floor of someone else's apartment is it the same as if you find it in the street?
Amanda: No.
Roxana: Then I haven't found anything.
[pissed off at how she looks]
Amanda: I look like STEVIE NICKS!
Amanda: Now I know what your flaw is.
Jim Winston/FBI Agent Bob Smoot: What?
Amanda: [she grabs his wrist] You throw like a girl.
[She pulls Jim over and laughs]
Amanda: He's got some fatal flaw.
Candi: How do you know that?
Amanda: I'm attracted to him.