Marc: This is Mode, not... Dog Fancy.

Marc: A word of advice, be who you are, wear what you want, just learn how to run real fast.

Wilhelmina Slater: You're not here to stitch, you're here to snitch!
Marc St. James: She means she needs information, bitch!

Marc: We met when I made a bet with my friends that I could turn you from an ugly duckling into a beautiful swan.
Betty: Marc, that's "She's All That."
Marc: No, in that movie, she actually became beautiful. I felt in love with you because of that whole inner beauty crap.

Marc: Why don't you open your eyes and look at your own "swishy" son.

Marc: We're doomed! Doooooomed!

Cliff: Maybe we could grab a beer before?
Marc: Sure, if by 'beer' you mean 'Appletini'.

Marc: What, you think he's out of my league? He's a nine, I'm an eight.
Amanda: He's a ten, you're a six.
Marc: You're a bitch, I'm a seven!