Jewel Robertson

Jewel:Oh, yeah? As far as I can see, this here's the best man. I love this bony butt.

Jewel:I also noticed you have a very small head.

Jewel · Hilary:Thanks, and I guess it's true what they say: Can't buy good taste. Hey.

Jewel:See, the prison therapist says that I should say what's on my mind... and not keep too much bottled up, otherwise I'd... you know, go out and do something stupid like hotwiring a Lexus.

Jewel:Although it did get me on prime time.

Jewel:I just wanna say, if you ever hurt him... I'll hunt you down like the dog that you are, and kill you.

Jewel:Well, gotta go shop for your present.

Will · Jewel:It's already zipped up. I know. I want you to zip it down.

Jewel:You know... if somebody was to walk in here right now... they might think you was hitting on me.

Jewel:No, really, I can't, I'm on parole, I'm not allowed to leave the state.

Jewel:You know, whenever we go to a nice restaurant, he carries my tray.

Jewel:And when it's time to skip out on the check... he always holds open the bathroom window for me.

Jewel · Will:Do you know where my mama was married? No, where? I don't know. I was hoping you did.

Jewel:Thank you for setting this little jailbird free... body, mind and spirit.

Will · Jewel:Jazzy, maybe we should revise our plans. You're right, my pet. Let's unpack after we eat.

Jewel:Munchkin, perhaps our visit is a little ill-timed.

Jazz · Jewel:The doctor at the clinic says this is when I'm at my most fertile... which reminds me, sweetie. I took my temperature, all systems go.

Jewel:Yo, crank it up!

Jewel · Jazz:Jazz, didn't I tell you to not be wearing them bikini drawers? You told me not to wear them in the streets. You ain't tell me not to wear them.

Jewel:I want your little soldiers.

Jewel:What do you say? Can I have your baby? I'd really appreciate it.

Jewel:I don't want your body, Will. I want your little soldiers.

Jazz · Jewel:You hear that, munchkin? He's giving us a VCR too. He's so full of love.

Jewel:Come on, Jazzy, let's hit the salad bar. I brought my big purse.

Jewel:Do I look like I drink out of the public water supply?

Jewel · Ashley:Young lady, you will never serve lunch in this town again. - Is that a promise?

Jewel:I'm sorry, but going to the funeral is not gonna bring your mother back, is it? - Be there.

Jewel:Like you were West Philadelphia born and raised.

Jewel:Yes. Oh, and I love the ears. Don't change them.

Jewel · Will:Like you were West Philadelphia born and raised. - You're hired.

Jewel · Carlton:But you might be right for the husky pre-teen division. - Huh?

Jewel:It's Management 'R' Us. Whose career are you ruining today?

Will · Jewel:We were hoping you would consider re-signing her. - And why would I do that? - I'm telling you, Ashley is on her way to the top. I mean, she could be the next Naomi Campbell. - Uh, speaking of which, Naomi wouldn't be around, would she?

Jewel · Will:Just walk around? Did Voltaire just write? Did Klimt just paint? Did Heidegger just think? - I guess we just go out there and walk around.