Will: Hilary, when is G getting back? I'm starving.
Hilary: Don't worry, Will, I made breakfast.
Will: Damn, I'm full. Couldn't eat another bite.
Hilary: Come on, Will. I know what I'm doing. Remember, I was a professional caterer.
Carlton: And you still would be if you hadn't poisoned those nuns.
Hilary: Hey, the autopsy was inconclusive. Bon apptit.
Ashley: Come on, let's give her a chance.
Will: Hmm. These eggs aren't bad. What's the crunchy stuff?
Hilary: Oh, great, you found my contact.