Ray: You're so easy to talk to, unlike my current cow.
Eddie: Never underestimate casual sex Jane, it can be very liberating.
Jane: What are you thinking?
Eddie: I'm thinking the same thing you are, Jane. You and Ray are gonna' live happily ever after with matching volvos and chocolate labs. See you Monday.
Jane: Did you have any friends growing up?
Eddie: You better hurry. I think he's waiting around the corner.
Jane: This is key to understanding the myth of male shyness. For while you think he is flattering you, he is actually flattering himself. Showing how open and honest and sensitive he is.
Jane: I mean, c'mon! I was comparing men to animals... Which, let's face it, sometimes they are. But sometimes, they are not. Sometimes, you open the barn door, or the bedroom door, or the hospital room door, and you find the real thing. You find a guy that can sit with you when you're at your absolute worst, when your face looks like a punching bag and you're elbow deep in Kleenex, and he can still look at you, and tell you that Ray is not the last man you're ever going to love.
Jane: There are few things sadder in this life than watching someone walk away after they've left you, watching the distance between your bodies expand until there's nothing... but empty space and silence.
Eddie: These are people not cows.
Liz: Wow, there's the cynical bitch we know and love.
Jane: Man, She really did a number on you didn't she? Well, don't shit on my broken heart just because you converted to some warped brand of romantic atheism.
Eddie: It's called self-preservation.
Jane: Oh, in other words, your narcotize yourself with casual sex.
Jane: You know, that's why God invented turtlenecks.
Eddie: No, that's why God invented Darlene.
Jane: Do you promise not to laugh?
Eddie: No.
Jane: She's D. Diane - Diane is D.
Eddie: Yes, D is for Diane. E is for Eddie.
Street Vendor: Are you going to buy anything or not?
Liz: Shush, shush, I'm concentrating.
Street Vendor: Ok.
