Fred's Dad: You can't see me.
Fred Figglehorn: Yes I can.
Fred's Dad: Oh.
[Fred is moaning, the male cop knocks on the window.]
Male Cop: Are you okay?
Grace: Don't worry. This isn't what it looks like.
Fred: Yeah, it isn't.
Grace: I was giving him a faux-job.
Male Cop: A faux-job?
Female Cop: Yeah, that's when a woman goes south on a man but she doesn't use her mouth. So she uses her hands and makes noises.
Fred: Wait, what?
Rick Malloy: We're gonna go to jail! We're gonna die! Probably both.
Josh Kovacs: Yes! Yes! Yes! Join me.
Gary Sadelstein: What are you gonna wear Daddy... in hell?
Ben: So, why didn't you guys ever even try to get together?
Jason Fryman: It's too much familiarity. It's like she's one of my limbs.
Ben: And that's bad, because...?
Jason Fryman: Because I hate myself.
Norman Grunmeyer: If I had Big G's body, I'd have kicked Freel's ass! Then I'd have kicked Ricky Brown's ass just to cool down.
Ethan: The Hamptons are like a zombie movie directed by Ralph Lauren.
Matt Franklin: I'm... I'm just messed up, OK? I don't know what I want to do. And I'm sorry I'm such a fucking failure.
Bill Franklin: You haven't really failed, son, because you haven't really tried to succeed. So don't credit yourself as a failure. You're worse than that.
Matt Franklin: I just can't figure it out, Dad.
Bill Franklin: Don't cry like that in jail, son.
Ivan McCormick: You made the worst decision of my life.
Mercedes Tainot: Are you clairvoyant?
Steve Dibiasi: No... Steve Dibiasi.
Mary: You know, I don't, I don't know about this.
Judy: Oh, shut up, Mary. When was the last time someone fucked you so hard you couldn't walk?
Tunde: Look at you, Asbo children. Timone and Pumba! And You! Why are you dressed like a strawberry ice cream?
Michael Longstreet: You're so wonderful. You're the best and the brightest.
Nora Dominguez: I avoid relationships because I can't count on them.
Ned: I need some leg warmers, my Croc is stuck.
Margine Frumkin: Reputations are just history in rumour form. You can change it.
Matt Freehauf: Guys like me are born loving women like you.
Matt King: On the phone he can escape, in person, he's got nowhere to go. I wanna see his face.
Malcolm: I'm not even wearing a clean pair of Granny panties.