Character Quotes

Shauna Roberts

Turtle: I'm Turtle. Friend of Vince's and future owner of the best Italian restaurant in Los Angeles.
Shauna: And future occupier of the bar stool back there.

Shauna: Jesus, Vince. I thought you were Samantha Ronson from behind.

Ari: Hey, I'm still at 6% body fat, okay?
Shauna: Yeah and still like 94% full of shit.

Shauna: Who gives a shit why some model quit? I mean, they're like cockroaches. Stamp one out and fifty lookalikes show up in their place.

Drama: When I came into this world I had nothing and now I'm right back to it. I left everything I had up on that stage... except the clothes on my back.
Shauna: Maybe you should've left those, too. It would have been far more interesting.

Shauna: You're not wearing a tank top and fucking shorts on The View, Drama. Who do you think you are? Richard Simmons?
Turtle: Only gayer.

Shauna: Do we have any appearances that Vince can do?
Christy: Actually, I just got a call from some guy in Bel Air about his daughter's sweet sixteen. Zac Efron was supposed to do it but his appendix exploded.
Shauna: Great! Call him back and tell him we have an actor whose testicles have actually dropped.

Shauna: Where's my fucking kid?
Christy: He threw up on me.
Shauna: Relax, Christy. I'm sure he's not the first guy to puke on you.

Drama: Hey, Shauna, how is my lovely publicist doing?
Shauna: I'm not your publicist til you write a check, you cheap fuck. Until then, I'm simply doing Vince a favor.

Shauna: Eric, unless I spread a false rumor that Mandy has genital warts, there is no way for me to spin this in Vince's favor.
Eric: I can't hear you when you're yelling at me, Shauna. Just go work your magic.
Shauna: I'm a publicist, Eric, not David Blaine.

Ari: I'm not saying "don't date her." I'm just saying "be discrete." No hand-holding at The Grove. No canoodling on Melrose.
Shauna: No fingerbanging her courtside at the Lakers game.
Ari: What?
Shauna: Fuck you guys. I'm making a point here. No cameras.

Vince: Johnny, you're burnt to a crisp.
Drama: Nah, in another hour that'll turn into a nice maple-syrupy brown.
Shauna: Another hour and you're fuckin nose is gonna fall off.

Shauna: You got the R.J. Spencer interview at 2pm. He thinks he's Mike Wallace so he may throw you a hardball or two.
Drama: Yeah, Vince, just take a deep breath and answer. I might get some tough questions this weekend also.
Shauna: Like whether you're still in the business?

Drama: Hey, Shauna. You spinning a little story how the Chase brothers are conquering Comic-Con?
Shauna: No. I'm gonna spin a story that you really aren't Vince's brother.

Vince: So you're telling me she'll pass on a James Cameron movie if it's awkward?
Eric: Jesus Christ, Vince. What'd you do to this girl?
Vince: Nothing. Shauna, you remember.
Shauna: I remember you living on the breakup diet of canned tuna and saltines. You dropped 15 pounds. You looked like fuckin Adrien Brody in The Pianist.

Drama: I'm gonna tell Davies I want a say in who's playing my love interest.
Shauna: Why don't you get Lorenzo Lamas, Drama?

Shauna: It says, "Vincent Chase swims into Aquaman." Clever, huh? And they got his picture side-by-side with Jeffrey Katzenberg so it looks even more gorgeous by comparison.

Drama: I think we should turn the pool to face south. Very Feng Shui.
Shauna: Will you just let the professionals handle this stuff, Drama?
Drama: Shauna, obviously you never saw my condo.
Shauna: No, but I'm picturing lots of leopard sheets and leather.