Tracy: I'm gonna say to you what I say to all my sharks right before they die: Let's go outside.

Tracy: How black was this dude...on a scale from Lisa Bonet, to Dot Com?

Tracy: I won an Oscar so now I get to do real art...begin Snow Dogs phase!

Tracy: I feel like Oscar the Grouch today, and not just because I woke up in a garbage can this morning startling someone named Gordon.

Frank: Lutz just hit on Liz.
Tracy: 'Bout time. The last six years has been like watching Moonlighting.

Jenna: This is a nightmare. My nemeses - Abigail Breslin and that woman from those Progressive Insurance commercials - are in the audience.

Liz: How much internet did he do? 

Liz: Oh my God. I'm female Lutz. 
Lutz: I love you too. 

Kenneth: In school, all you learn about Abraham Lincoln is that he was a gay alcoholic.

Liz: Man, do my feet hurt in heels sometimes...and other things women talk about.