Jennifer Garner: Romy Sullivan

Quotes 

• Romy Sullivan : [she made the chauvinistic client looked every bit as bad as he was by zooming in up close on his face]  Okay, look, I know it looks bad, but, really, guys like that deserve to die single.

  Woman Boss : [scoffs indignantly]  You're fired!

  Romy Sullivan : Okay, wait...!

  Woman Boss : [pointing finger]  And I'm calling your temp agency.

  Romy Sullivan : Oh, please don't do that! Wait, that's really not fair!

  [boss lady picks up phone, dials] 

  Romy Sullivan : Okay, fine. Let me just say, I hated this job. Even though I was only here four days, I hated it! And I... and I hated you too! And what's more, your '30 Determining Steps to Finding True Love' is a load of crap! And $500 is a crime!

• Sarah Reeves Merrin : What did... I'm sorry, you stole mugs?

  Romy Sullivan : [proudly displaying trophy from office where she was fired]  And... some legal pads, and these great felt-tip markers to keep by the phone.

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : Oh my God!

  Romy Sullivan : Okay, if you think that's unethical, you're really not gonna like what else I swiped.

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : No, no, not that... This!

  [computer screen] 

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : Fourteen hundred dollars for a coach ticket, there's no way I could swing that. You didn't, by any chance, steal an airplane ticket to San Francisco?

  Romy Sullivan : Nope, just this.

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : A list of a hundred of the loneliest hearts in New York City?

  Romy Sullivan : [triumphantly]  I pinched the Loser List!

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : The Loser List?

  Romy Sullivan : People whose videos no one ever responds to.

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : And this is valuable to you, because of why exactly?

  Romy Sullivan : [conspiring tone]  Valuable to us.

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : No. See, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. I have one, remember?

  Romy Sullivan : [shaking her head]  Girl, have you no vision? We throw a party, we throw a singles party, we invite the names on the list, people who will happily pay a hefty cover charge to indulge the fantasy they might actually meet their perfect mate. We invite some local color, some hotties from my acting class, some of J.B.'s friends, and voila! I've made enough to cover me till my next job, and you've made enough cash for a first-class ticket home.

• Romy Sullivan : [the two of them lugging heavy duvet]  Okay, we take everything valuable, stick it in the closet, and bolt the door. You never know what kinda kleptos and creeps are gonna show up.

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : [dampened]  Ooh, I'm so excited!

  Romy Sullivan : Keep telling yourself, it's twenty bucks a creep! Twenty bucks a creep!

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : [going through the ante-doors]  Ah, you're in.

  [a knock, and she rushes to go answer] 

  Romy Sullivan : [left with the heavy job]  Make it quick!

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : [opens, ducks back]  Ugh. Damn, it's Cecilia.

  [fake enthusiasm:] 

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : Look, Romy, it's Cecilia.

  Cecilia Wiznarski : [entering]  So, I saw you guys carrying in the cases full of liquor.

  Romy Sullivan : [still weighed down]  Would somebody give me a hand here?

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : [rushing to assist]  Sorry.

  Cecilia Wiznarski : You know, it's funny, I don't remember anyone getting building approval to throw a party.

  Romy Sullivan : Oh, give us a break! Cecilia, you throw a party, like, every week! What do you care if we have one?

  Cecilia Wiznarski : [toying with a bottle of liquor]  I care... When some jerk, that you invited, breaks a window or bursts in the stairwell and I get a call from the landlord.

  Romy Sullivan : [giving in]  We're charging twenty bucks a head. What's your cut?

  Cecilia Wiznarski : A third.

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : Deal.

• Sarah Reeves Merrin : [upset]  Listen, I have to... I can't... be here right now...

  Romy Sullivan : Where have you been? I thought you were...

  [to guest, waving bottle] 

  Romy Sullivan : Yo, Johnny Walker!

  [he takes it] 

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : Uh... uh, something happened with Bailey.

  Romy Sullivan : Hey, you man the bar, I'll man the door!

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : [pleading]  Romy...!

  Romy Sullivan : Get your butt over there!

  Sarah Reeves Merrin : [weakly]  Right.