Zlata: Ready to make partnership official? We make a pretty good team.
Desna: I am not. I was just curious.
Zlata: Curious is the first step to commitment. Next step is anal. But we skip that.
Desna: Excuse me?

Well, in a Bradenton Regional Bank first, we are going to have to deny a cute, young, white couple a home loan. Between your criminal record and your $12-an-hour job, it's not going to happen.

Banker [to Bryce and Jenn]

Wedding saleswoman: We have one One-Percenter room in the back, but there's nothing under $5,000.
Jenn: $5,000? That dress better slap your ass and play with your nips.

Matilde [to Desna]: That is not a wedding gown. That is for the drag queen, the Rupaul.
Jenn: Boo Boo, that's a compliment.

Roller: Yeah, he said some shit about vaginal interrogation.
Clem: Vertical integration.

Desna: We are criminals, Polly. And it's time we own it and take what belongs to us.
Polly: I like how you're thinking.
Desna: I've got a mind for this thing, and it's time we stop fighting it.

Thank you, Bryce. I never thought you'd be so kind on me after I hit your wife's sweet pussy.

Hank [to Bryce]

Desna: That's your past, baby. You got to leave that thing there. You gotta move forward, Pol.
Polly: I don't know, Des. I think I've wasted all this time trying to be anything but what I am -- broken.
Desna: Polly Pol, we are all broken.

Polly: Marnie's been missing six hours now. I think I should call the police and get her on a milk carton or something.
Desna: Pol, I want you to take a deep, white breath. Marnie's not missing, baby, she's with her natural mama.

Jenn: You'd really peace out on Uncle Daddy and Roller?
Bryce: Hell, yeah. They'd finally have to use email, but ...

Desna: You could always come home.
Dean: Because of your horrible life choices, that's no longer an option for us.

I don't want Cheetos. I want peace and tranquility, nothing else.

Dean [to Virginia]

Claws Season 2 Quotes

Bryce: So you just broke up our marriage for some random dick.
Jenn: You know, I am so tired of being judged by Vanilla Bryce.

Paging Dr. Do-me-right!

Polly [to Desna]