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Stella: (To Mac) Still not sleeping, huh?
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Flack: (To Mac after knowing that Peyton broke up with him) Did you know it was coming?
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Adam: Uh, dude, uh, I, I, I, I mean, sorry, boss. Uh, with all due respect? You don't stand a chance.
Mac: And you do.
Adam: I got skills. I think so.
Mac: All right, Adam. You lose, we lose the only solid lead we have.
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Adam: Boss, if you go in-world looking like Joe Boring you're gonna get flagged as a newbie. Let me get in here real quick. Check this out. Hip do, a little custom skin. Cool coat. All right. Check it out. Now you're ready to roll in-world.
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Mac: Second Life?
Adam:It's a metaverse, an online social network inside a virtual world. First Lifers, guys like us, we log on, create 3-D virtual characters. Cruise simulated worlds, make friends, start businesses.
Danny: Why?
Adam: It's fun?
Danny: (Skeptical) It's fun.
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Mac: Where'd you get this?
Adam: Google Images.
Mac: The Internet?
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(Mac's cell phone rings)
Hawkes: You gonna answer that, Mac?
(Zoom into Mac's watch reads 3:33)
Hawkes: It's early. Probably important.
(Mac turns off his phone)
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Flack: He was dancing.
Mac: By himself?
Flack: Not exactly. Turns out Mr. Romano's wife died five years ago. So every year on their wedding anniversary, he grabs a mannequin and does a little tango.
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Adam: Double click on that template. Now, male or female?
(Mac just looks at him, eyebrows raised)
Adam: This is fantasy, be all you can be!
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Stella: (Looking at Mac's female avatar) Wow. Who's the tacky dresser?
Mac: That's me.
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Stella: I could use some good news.
Lindsay: Only 61 days until Christmas.
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Adam: (while fighting warriors in Second Life) Who's your daddy?
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Stella: You have no game whatsoever.
Mac: Look, I don't need a backseat avatar.