Little Black Book Quotes
A woman snoops through her boyfriend's palm pilot and reveals his former girlfriends, which causes her to question why they're still listed in his little black book.
Lulu Fritz: I didn't date much. I was shy. And ugly.
Stacy: [V.O] Why do supermodels say how ugly they were when they were young? Is it because they want us to know they suffered? Do they think that it makes them more deserving? That we'll forgive them their bounty? Note to supermodels: None of us believe you.
Lulu Fritz: No one invited me to the prom.
Barb: [Dismissive] Makes you stronger.
Stacy: [V.O] Why do supermodels say how ugly they were when they were young? Is it because they want us to know they suffered? Do they think that it makes them more deserving? That we'll forgive them their bounty? Note to supermodels: None of us believe you.
Lulu Fritz: No one invited me to the prom.
Barb: [Dismissive] Makes you stronger.
Derek: [phone message] Listen, I left my Palm at home. I need you to go through it and get me some numbers. Take care.
Stacy: [excited] Palm?
Stacy: [to Bob the dog] Did you hear that, Bob? Derek left his Palm at home.
[gets up, with mock concern]
Stacy: Guess we'll have to look for it.
Stacy: [Starts looking, still talking to Bob] If I were a Palm, where would I be? If we were Palms, where would we be, Bob?
[Still searching]
Stacy: Where is it? Where could it be right now? He asked for it. Where could it be?
Stacy: [Finds the Palm] Luck is when preparation meets opportunity. Okay, Bob? Life's about certainty. It's about being in control.
Stacy: [opens the Palm, sees a password is needed for access] Password, password, password. What would his password be?
[Looks up at Bob, realizing his name is the password]
Stacy: Thank you!
Stacy: [excited] Palm?
Stacy: [to Bob the dog] Did you hear that, Bob? Derek left his Palm at home.
[gets up, with mock concern]
Stacy: Guess we'll have to look for it.
Stacy: [Starts looking, still talking to Bob] If I were a Palm, where would I be? If we were Palms, where would we be, Bob?
[Still searching]
Stacy: Where is it? Where could it be right now? He asked for it. Where could it be?
Stacy: [Finds the Palm] Luck is when preparation meets opportunity. Okay, Bob? Life's about certainty. It's about being in control.
Stacy: [opens the Palm, sees a password is needed for access] Password, password, password. What would his password be?
[Looks up at Bob, realizing his name is the password]
Stacy: Thank you!
Ira: [On the phone] Hello, Lulu Fritz? Ira Nachlis. Senior associate producer/producer, Kippie Kann Do. Listen, "I Model, Then I Barf Quietly"... is one of our highest-rated shows.
Stacy: [alarmed] What are you doing?
Ira: [to Stacy] I am trying to give a young innocent her 15 minutes of fame. Now...
[back on the phone with Lulu]
Ira: I'm sorry. Lulu... we're thinking of having a special next month. We'd like you to come in tomorrow for an interview. Excellent. We'll do lunch and throw up... Catch up.
Stacy: [alarmed] What are you doing?
Ira: [to Stacy] I am trying to give a young innocent her 15 minutes of fame. Now...
[back on the phone with Lulu]
Ira: I'm sorry. Lulu... we're thinking of having a special next month. We'd like you to come in tomorrow for an interview. Excellent. We'll do lunch and throw up... Catch up.
Ira: [During a pitch meeting] "Little Black Books."
Carl: Do not follow.
Ira: Electronic little black books.
Carl: As in?
Ira: As in Palms... BlackBerries, desk organizers. Electronic footprints of where your man has been and with whom. Under the right circumstances, they could be a girl's best friend.
Carl: Do not follow.
Ira: Electronic little black books.
Carl: As in?
Ira: As in Palms... BlackBerries, desk organizers. Electronic footprints of where your man has been and with whom. Under the right circumstances, they could be a girl's best friend.
Dr. Rachel Keyes: Why don't you just relax, Barbara?
Stacy: Okay.
Dr. Rachel Keyes: I'm just going to put your feet in these stirrups.
Stacy: Stirrups?
[gasps]
Stacy: A gynecologist? Not a podiatrist? 10-to-1 those aren't for the opera!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: And we'll have a little look-see.
Stacy: Look-see? Where?
Dr. Rachel Keyes: Oops! Someone left their panties on!
Stacy: Oops!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: There we go. Good. Comfy?
Stacy: Well, let's see: I'm spread-eagle in front of my boyfriend's ex who's about to go searching for warts.
Stacy: Super, thanks.
Dr. Rachel Keyes: Barbara, you know what they say, right? You can never be too rich, too thin or too far down on the table, so let's scooch ya!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: I'm going to insert the speculum, now.
Stacy: Oh, good. Narration.
Dr. Rachel Keyes: You may feel a bit of pressure.
Stacy: OW!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: Oh, would you take a look at that cervix, Nurse Kisilevsky. Textbook. I'm not the first person who's told you that, I'm sure.
Stacy: Can't hear it enough!
Stacy: Okay.
Dr. Rachel Keyes: I'm just going to put your feet in these stirrups.
Stacy: Stirrups?
[gasps]
Stacy: A gynecologist? Not a podiatrist? 10-to-1 those aren't for the opera!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: And we'll have a little look-see.
Stacy: Look-see? Where?
Dr. Rachel Keyes: Oops! Someone left their panties on!
Stacy: Oops!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: There we go. Good. Comfy?
Stacy: Well, let's see: I'm spread-eagle in front of my boyfriend's ex who's about to go searching for warts.
Stacy: Super, thanks.
Dr. Rachel Keyes: Barbara, you know what they say, right? You can never be too rich, too thin or too far down on the table, so let's scooch ya!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: I'm going to insert the speculum, now.
Stacy: Oh, good. Narration.
Dr. Rachel Keyes: You may feel a bit of pressure.
Stacy: OW!
Dr. Rachel Keyes: Oh, would you take a look at that cervix, Nurse Kisilevsky. Textbook. I'm not the first person who's told you that, I'm sure.
Stacy: Can't hear it enough!
