Velma Von Tussle: You don’t need those. . . to see what’s under these clothes.
Wilbur Turnblad: There’s a product that really works ’cause these are phony as a three dollar bill.
Velma Von Tussle: Incredible! I could do a fan dance with a lettuce leaf… and you would remain completely obtuse.
Wilbur Turnblad: Obtuse.
Velma Von Tussle: Yes, obtuse.
Wilbur Turnblad: I flunked geometry.
Velma Von Tussle: Yeah, well-and biology too, no doubt!
Wilbur Turnblad: Yeah.
Steve: You ever think about that night in the park?
Steve: I barely know you. I don’t know your dad’s first name. I don’t know if you ever wore braces or contacts or glasses. I have no idea how you came to be a wedding planner, Mary. . . But I know the curves of your face and I know every fleck of gold in your eyes. And I know that that night in the park was the best time I’ve ever had. P-p-please say something.
Mary: I’m a magnet for unavailable men. . .and I’m sick of it. It’s simple. I know Fran. I respect her. And she loves you. So, besides your tux measurements, that’s all I need to know. Please go away.
Steve: Good night, Mary.
Constance Sack: You know, some people have said that you’ve become quite difficult to work with. That you’re constantly late, you’re reclusive, sometimes even nonsensical.
Stacee Jaxx: I wanna ask you this: Have these people. . .even met themselves?
Constance Sack: Well, I’m talking about your band.
Stacee Jaxx: Let me tell you something. I know me better than anyone. . .because I live in here.