Geoffrey: Miss Hilary, will you please be sensible?
Hilary: My friends are out there, Geoffrey. One of them is going to go to medical school, the other one landed a job with IBM, and if they see me out there serving, they're gonna think I'm a big fat zero.
Geoffrey: What matters is what you think about yourself.
Hilary: [scoffs] Maybe in Des Moines. This is L.A., okay? Besides, I lied to get this job and now I can't do it. I quit.
Geoffrey: Miss Hilary? Remember when you were 9, you begged your parents to buy you a violin. But five minutes into your first lesson, what did you do?
Hilary: I quit. I had to, it irritated my chin.
Geoffrey: And what about ballet?
Hilary: I quit. I had to, I was starting to get feet like Fred Flintstone.
Geoffrey: And cheerleading?
Hilary: Okay, okay, I quit that, too. But they wanted me to go to away games on a bus!

Geoffrey: Miss Hilary, you can't go through life quitting everything. You'll never achieve anything unless you stick with something. And you should stick with this because you've done a truly remarkable job on this party. Can't remember when I've seen you this happy.
Hilary: Yeah, but, Geoffrey, what difference does it make? I mean, do you really see Cindy saying: "Wow, you've just got to meet my friend, Hilary Banks. She can sculpt cauliflower into a bust of Barbra Streisand!"
Geoffrey: There's nothing demeaning about serving others, young lady. I'm very good at my job and in that I take great pride.
Hilary: I'm not as strong as you are, Geoffrey.
Geoffrey: Oh, no? Well, I had a hand in raising you, Miss Hilary and if I do say so myself, Geoffrey don't raise no fools. Now if you love this job as much as I think you do go out there, pick up a tray and enter that room as if you were the Queen of England.
Hilary: But she's so dowdy. Can I be Princess Caroline instead?
Geoffrey: [nods] Get busy, Princess.

Hilary: I give up. I can't get a job. I can't even pound the pavement right.
Will: Oh, I guess your interview didn't go too good, huh?
Hilary: It's just not fair. I want my employer to want me for me, not for what I've accomplished. You know what I mean?
Will: Yeah, Hil, I do and it scares the hell out of me.
Hilary: Tomorrow's just gonna be more of the same. I'm interviewing at a catering company, but I'll never get the job. Because it's a cold, cold world, Will. And unfortunately these people only want one thing.
Will: What? Your body?
Hilary: No, my résumé.