(the gang have a gloomy look on their faces)
Becker: Is it my imagination, or is the stench of failure hanging in the air a little thicker than usual?
Linda: Chocolate is like sex, I've had too much and I still want more.
Reggie: You're still young, you're interesting and good looking...
Owen: Um, you're really nice and all, but I don't think I'm ready to start a new relationship.
Reggie: Great! (walks away) The guy rather hang himself than go out with me.
Mr Hayes: I can't get my wife pregnant.
Becker: Of course you can't, you're playing too much sports.
Becker: Has Jake called?
Linda: Yeah, but I didn't talk to him.
Becker: A blind man goes missing on a New York busy street, he calls and you don't speak to him?
Linda: Yeah, but he called collect, and you said to never accept a collect call.
Becker: Well, at least we know he's alright.
Jake: Don't do it.
Owen: Why not?
Jake: Because I don't want to be stuck down here with a dead guy.
(while walking on the streets)
Linda: Oh, a gift shop.
Becker: No more stops.
Linda: You're no fun at all.
Jake: And you're just figuring that out?