- Self - Contestant: Listen, bitch, Joey's cute, and I definitely have a big-ass crush on him, and I most for sure will sleep with the bitch when we meet again after I win this competition.
- [all laugh]
- Self - Contestant: Bitch, it's about to be like an Atlanta strip club up in here, bitch, with bottles flying and fists flying and wigs everywhere, baby.
- Self - Contestant: [to Kandy] That's not what I said. That's what you heard, but that's not what I said.
- Self - Host: Kandy, what's the difference between Diana Ross and Donna Summer? Did you know the difference?
- Self - Contestant: No, definitely, yeah.
- Self - Host: Queens... You are safe. You may leave the stage. Ladies, you represent the tops and the bottoms of the week. Now it's time for the judges' critiques...
- Self - Host: Two queens stand before me. Ladies, this is your last chance to impress me and save yourself from elimination. The time has come... for you to lip sync... for your life. Good luck, and don't fuck it up.
- Self - Host: Con-drag-ulations, ladies. And remember, if you can't love yourself, how in the hell you gonna love somebody else? Can I get an "amen" up in here? All right, now let the music play!
- Self - Contestant: Going home is not a bad thing, because I can go home and actually heal to get ready for All Stars. And I'm gonna start working tomorrow, so whenever the call come, I'm ready.
- Self - Host: Thank you, ladies. I think we've heard enough. While you untuck in the werkroom, the judges and I will deliberate. All right, now, just between us squirrel friends, whaddaya think?