Jarod: You make the rules.
Miss Parker: That's just the way I like it.
Claire: Jarod, if you ever wanta get together, pick each other's brains, little one-on-one.
Jarod: Careful Claire, don't cross a line you can't come back from.
Jarod: Love transcends death. The people we love touch our lives, even after they're gone.
Sandi: Are you telling me you've never been to a strip club before? You know, strange men cramming sweaty wads of cash into strange women's panties?
Jarod: I think I would remember that.
Dr. Jason Earl: Jarod, why don't you tell the group what brought you here?
Jarod: A large cop with bad breath.
Jarod: Trust your inner sense, Miss Parker. I do.
Miss Parker: Maybe I should send you to every Y.M.C.A. in the country first. Or lock you in the Bates Motel with Sydney and Broots.
Jarod: This is about that strip search in Las Vegas, isn't it?
Jarod: Karma. Ain't it a bitch?
