30 Best Francie Calfo Quotes

Francie: He has a law review in an hour.
Sydney: You want to follow him.
Francie: So much, I cannot even tell you.

Sydney: [talking about TV show] Why does that guy has such a guilty look on his face?
Francie: Yesterday Ginger told Rod that Gavin is a Ginger's pimp. Rod didn't even know that Ruby was a prostitute.
Sydney: Who is Gavin?
Francie: Ruby's father.
Sydney: Ew.
Francie: Right.

Francie: Any news about that guy Michael from work?
Sydney: No... And there's not gonna be. I realized it's not worth fantasizing about. Nothings ever gonna come of it.

Francie: Dear Aunt Stephanie. Unfortunately, as my mother has informed you, the wedding is off so I am returning your kind gift of a coffee maker because, as it turns out, the man to whom I was engaged is a deceitful, two-faced, sex-crazed jackass. All my love, Francie.
Sydney: It's not too harsh.
Francie: I want to read you one more. This is the restrained one.

Francie: Can you not be reporter for two minutes?
Will: I am asking because I care. This thing is weird... something like this happening to you. First it's Danny and now it's...
Francie: Leave her alone or I'm going to kick your ass, I'm not kidding.

Francie: I just need a liquor license.
Will: No, no, no, what you need is someone who knows how the system works. Someone who can help you navigate. What you need is me. You know, former drug addict reporter... and sometimes lobster impersonator.

Francie: Hey.
Will: What's up?
Sydney: Where you been?
Francie: Okay, listen. Every time I walk into the room lately, you guys hush up as if I'm interrupting something. I mean, am I?
Will: What? No.

Francie: It's just going to take me six months to get a legitimate liquor license!
Will: So you're hanging out with the Gambino crime family and you're giving me grief about doing drugs?

Francie: So, what's going on with work? You always talk about work and you haven't even mentioned it today.
Will: I wasn't working on a S.A.T. story. When I bumped into you guys? There is no S.A.T. story. I was trying to track down a woman named Kate Jones. She was supposed to be seated next to Danny on a flight from Singapore to Hong Kong.

Francie: There he is. Start the car.
Sydney: No, you wait till he is a block away.
Francie: Look at you, getting all into it.
Sydney: Everyone knows you wait.
Francie: I don't know you wait.
Sydney: You wait.

Sydney: Where have you been?
Francie: Three movies.

Francie: Okay, seriously, we are not putting chocolate chips in the pancakes.
Will: I got news for you. Oh yes we are.

Francie: Okay, the next time that Charlie and I go to breakfast with our parents, remind me that mimosas are verboten.
Sydney: Oh, God, today was a big brunch.
Will: They didn't get along?
Francie: Oh, we wish. They got along so well they are going on a vacation together.
Sydney: Ew.
Francie: Yeah.
Will: What's wrong with that? That's nice.
Francie: That is a making of a disaster. They are going without us and they are going to plan a whole wedding.

Sydney: Raid my closet!
Francie: Thanks, but I got boobs.

Francie: Bar association dinner. One of the lawyers wanted to sue me because his chicken was undercooked. Can you believe that... an obnoxious lawyer?

Sydney: I have a crush on a guy from work.
Francie: Really? Who is he?
Sydney: Someone in my department. We've worked together for about a year now.

Francie: See, the thing about rats is they're clever. You have to outthink them. You can't really just leave out cheese. You have to leave the good stuff. The heavy-duty stuff. The stuff that they want. It's the only way they're going to come out. Otherwise, you're just wasting your time.

Will: Okay, the suspense is killing me. What's the occasion?
Francie: The restaurant is actually making a profit.
Will: After only six months? Is that even possible?

Francie: You know what I wanna do to the guy who introduced Will to heroin? I want to kill him. With my hands. I just want to kill him.
Jack: I can imagine.

Francie: What's in the bag and where are you off to this time?
Sydney: Vegas.
Francie: Vegas! What was I just saying? Where should we go?
Charlie: After that brunch, Vegas isn't far enough.
Francie: I'm serious. Look, that's our cue. We could just go tonight.
Sydney: W-w-wait. This is not a vacation for me. I mean, there's this public relations conference and...
Francie: Sydney, we don't need you to babysit.
Sydney: What I mean is I'd want to hang out with you guys. Just wait a week. We'll all go together.

Francie: Will, what happened to your face?
Will: You know the one thing they don't tell you about doing community service? Sunblock.

[Francie jumps out of nowhere]
Francie: We have rats.
Sydney: What?
Will: All likely, possibly mice. Hi.
Sydney: Hi. Mice isn't better than rats.
Francie: There is no way that they are mice. They are rats and they are huge. The exterminators are coming between noon and three, you think you can be here?
Sydney: No, I have got work.
Francie: But I have to cater a lunch for thirty.
[Francie and Sydney stare at Will]
Will: I don't live here.
Sydney: Then why are you always here?
Francie: Yeah, it's not like you are paying any rent.
Will: What is this, attack on Will?

Francie: I'm gonna send flowers to Will for thanking for babysitting our rodents. What do you think the card should say?
Sydney: I had sex with someone.
Francie: [laughs] Seriously.

Will: Okay, okay, whatever, it sucks, all right? But it's why I wanted to become a reporter. I saw this when I was a kid and I loved it. And I was just like, I don't know, all the quick...
Francie: Repartee.
Will: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, it just looked fun. You know, being a reporter looked fun. But it's not. It's not fun. It's a pain in the ass.

Sydney: [on the phone with Francie] Have I heard from Will? No.
Francie: Well, me neither and there's this story on the news right now. Will wrote a story in today's paper that wasn't supposed to get printed unless he went missing.
Sydney: What was Will's story about?
Francie: It's about the murder of your fiance, and some conspiracy, and some group called SD-6.

[about relationships]
Francie: Have you ever spied on anyone?
[Sydney stares surprised]

Will: Being reporter sucks. Can I just establish that?
Francie: Okay.
Will: Hi.
Francie: Hi, and what have we been drinking?
Will: Uh, I don't know. It was something with a little horse on the label. Or a dog, I don't know. Some mythical creature condemned to live in a bottle for the rest of eternity. Doghorse, it's a doghorse. Did I mention that my life sucks? Did I mention that?

Francie: Mr. Bristow let me ask you a question. Let's say you're hanging out at your favorite restaurant, with your friends... or whatever. You like to go there, you like the food, what color are the walls?
Jack: I'm... not really into interior decorating.
Jack: [a short time later] You know, to the Vietnamese and Chinese, the color white means death and bad fortune.
[pause]
Jack: Try red.

Sydney: Is that Will?
Francie: Maybe he's here to talk to you about the humiliating kiss.
Sydney: Stop calling it that.
Francie: That's what it was.

Francie: Okay, so I'm in my Operations and Technology Management class, and I realize two things. One, I prepared the wrong chapter.
Sydney: No!
Francie: I don't want to talk about it. And two, you and I are going to have a Halloween party.