As If

Rob: I miss this. I miss my friends. I miss having dinner in my room and not doing the washing up. I miss Sunday morning hangovers and no milk in the fridge. I miss you using my shaving foam and saying you don't. I miss you.

Allen: So, you and Jamie? Katie: So, you and Alex? Allen: Touche.

Allen: As individuals, they're great. As a group; lunatics. It's amazing what goes on behind closed doors.

Nicki: Thought you'd gone? Rob: Everytime I try and leave, something stops me. You believe in destiny? Nicki: Nah. Pile of poo.

Nicki: It should heal in time... Rob: In time for what? Nicki: Finger. Third finger, left hand. Ring finger.

Nicki: First storms, then suits. Then impious surgery. It's not really your night is it?

Tyler: Sometimes you look... lonely. Like Jamie doesn't exist at all. Sooz: But he does exist.

Alex: What I'm trying to say is, I don't want you to marry Amber. Rob: Why don't you think I should... Alex: Not think. Want. I don't want... I want... Rob: Al, what are you saying? Alex: I don't want you to be with her. I don't want you to be with anyone. I want you to be with me.