Becker: Well, it looks like you guys had a nice little visit there.
Reggie: Are you kidding? She's nuts.
Jake: I don't know what she looks like, but based on the conversation I heard I picture her with pinwheel eyes and cuckoo coming out of her forehead.
Megan: She obviously has some pathetic delusion that you're going to drag her out of her dreary life.
Becker: Drag her where? Into my dreary life?
Jake: I still can't believe he released his credit card from its calf-skin prison.
Megan: I'm so glad you're here.
Becker: You know, I don't hear that a lot.
Megan: John, guess what? I left my husband. After all this time we can finally be together.
Becker: I hate this dream.
Margaret: I haven't seen him this happy since his 6-piece McNugget meal had 8-pieces by mistake.
Bob: Becker having sex? Nah, I don't see it. But if I get that new drill, I will.
John Becker: Chinese food too? Boy, add sex and a football game, this'd be like the best day of my life.
John Becker: Hang on Margaret, the hooker's here. No, she doesn't live here.
(Bob walks into John's appartment)
John Becker: Hey have you ever heard of knocking?!
Bob: I didn't know you were home.
Margaret: John, I know it's none of my business, but this Megan sounds like trouble.
Becker: Oh, come on, so she has a little baggage.
Margaret: Baggage? She's like a carousel at JFK.