Rose Byrne: Mel Paige

Like a Boss

Mel Paige

Mia: And remember, no sex tonight, okay? Homecoming sex is the worst. Because your date gets to dancing, they get all sweaty, and that sweat gets trapped under their cummerbund, then that moves down to Funkytown, and that's how you get a yeast infection.
Mel Paige: And you don't want a yeast infection.
Sydney: Plus, you know, you're only super tight for a limited time, so you don't want to waste it.
Barrett: Amen!

Sydney: I ended up eating the whole thing. And then I realized I didn't take the paper out between the cheese slices. So I'm a little backed up.
Mel Paige: That's okay. Good fiber.
Mia: You're probably gonna shit a novel.
Sydney: Oh, God, I sure hope so.

[first lines]
Mel Paige: What? He was just at the bar without any security or anything?
Mia: Wait, I haven't gotten to the best part. Next thing I know, we're in his hotel room, and he's lathering up my titties with that little bar of soap. It's crazy, because I'm not even attracted to him.
Mel Paige: He's got no ass. You're more of an ass girl.
Mia: Exactly. I like my men to have ass, indeed. Okay? I don't care if they can read. But let me state, Barack Obama straight fucked the shit out of me.
Mel Paige: What?
Mia: But I couldn't even enjoy it. I was feeling so bad for Michelle the whole time.
Mel Paige: I told you not to read her book. It's ruined all my fantasies about him. I can block out his mom jeans, but not Sasha and Malia. What was his dick like this time?
Mia: It was dignified and confident. That dick was presidential.

Mel Paige: Kim's house get even bigger?
Mia: She probably had one of those Japanese toilets installed that blow-dry your coochie.

Mel Paige: Is this chocolate sprinkles your pubes?
Kim: Oh, my God. This is so beautiful.
Mia: You talking about this frosted replica of your vagina?
Kim: That's exactly what it looks like. I got completely waxed, though. I want a clean work space for the doctor.
Jill: That is so considerate! I made them find it.
Kim: I can't believe you don't want one of these.
Mia: You talking about a pussy cake?
Kim: No, a baby!

Mia: Let's keep it one hundred. Her daughter a ho. Let's just - let's just keep it one hundred. You know who she look like? She look like a messed-up Betty White.
Mel Paige: You know who she really looked like? George Washington.
Mia: Yes! Like she straight off the Quaker Oats box. I just look at her, and I want to start boiling water.

Mel Paige: What a rude-ass woman! What does she do? Huh? She just gives her rich old husband hand jobs?

Mel Paige: Is it weird that we're still roommates?
Mia: Who cares if we still live together? We are two badass queens, like those bitches who raised Wonder Woman. We a tribe.

Harry: What does your mom do, Mel?
Mel Paige: Meth, mostly. Yeah, she's a "cook." She's been clean since 2000-never.

Harry: You guys are so cool. I love the idea of being your age someday and still living with my dudes.
Mel Paige: Huh? Ouch!
Mia: I don't listen to nothin' he says, girl. I just watch that velvety mouth move and think about it all in my nooks and crannies.

Greg: It might not sound woke, but we're just trying to be authentic. Modern women admit - they want sex, and they want to look hot.
Ron: That's why our slogan is simple and to the point: Get some.
Ron, Greg: Look hot.
Mel Paige: That is simple.

Mel Paige: We've dreamed of this since we were teenagers.
Mia: No, you've dreamed of this since we were teenagers. I just wanted to be a boss.

Claire Luna: "Proud Mary"?
Mia: My grandma used to play it all the time. She said, "That's the voice of a woman that's ready to turn up the great."
Mel Paige: We want it to be our anthem.

Brook: I just have to say that I am looking around the room at these ceviches and they all look beautiful, but Mel, yours looks best of all.
Mel Paige: I appreciate that, Brook. Thank you.
Mia: Look at that, the lady in charge complimenting Mel's ceviche! You gonna suck her dick, too?
Mel Paige: I'm not interested in sucking Brook's dick. I think you're just jealous because Claire likes me more.
Brook: Why don't we move it on to the chile rellenos, shall we? So, step one, we want to add a little cheese. And step two, I actually don't have a penis.
Kim: But if you did, we would suck it.