May Sloane: Then the lights begin to flash. Little pinpoints of light. Then my tongue turns black and I can't swallow.
Dr. Henske: Really?
May Sloane: The diagnosis is Parkinson's, but they think it could be the Ebola virus, or mad cow disease.
Ray: It's Louie the 14th, or Louie the 15th. I don't know how high the Louie's go, actually.
Ray: I think she's developing a crush on her teacher, David.
May Sloane: Yeah. Well, you know, he's very good-looking, and he's really bright and very charming. And he's very elegant.
Ray: Okay, May, I got the picture. It's all right.
May Sloane: Well, when you're right, you're right.
Ray: Thank you.
Frenchy: Well, I wanna be the real thing! And you better wise up, 'cause if I grow and you stay as stupid as you are, we're gonna have big problems, Ray.
Ray: I get a bad vibe about this guy, David. It's my street instinct, but I just don't trust him.
May Sloane: Yeah, I know why. Because he's younger than you are, handsomer than you are, he's much taller than you are, he's smarter than you are, he's much more exciting than you are.
Ray: May, don't feel obligated to pull any punches with me. I can take it.
Frenchy: They say I have a flair for decorating. You know this rug lights up? It's made of fiber optics. I'll turn it on later. Stevens, what's with the snails?
Officer Ken Deloach: Hey, you're new here, huh?
May Sloane: Not really. This is my first day.
Frenchy: What are you waiting for, the drilling season?
Ray: We make chicken-chip cookies, ahhhh... tuna mint.
Benny: You know what I say? She gets a share, but not a full share.
Tommy: I'd go for that. Yeah.
Denny: Yeah, what if we each get a fourth and she gets, like, a third?
Benny: What are you? Nuts? Then she'd be getting more than us.
Denny: How do you figure?
Benny: Where are you gonna get four fourths and a third? Can't you add?
Denny: I don't do fractions, all right?
Ray: What are you, a stroke victim?