Dharma & Greg

Dharma: You suck. Jane: You suck more. Dharma: Your shoes are ugly. Jane: You gave them to me. Dharma: Cause they are ugly.

Dharma: I was talking to a dead Indian. Kitty: Well that's a colorful turn of phrase dear, but it's more polite to say you are powdering your nose.

Dharma: George have I changed? George: I don't know but you might have mentioned that you moved. I scared the hell out of some skinny guy in the shower.

Dharma: George, you're dead. George: Yep. Your grandmother says hi. Dharma: My grandmother is not dead. George: Oh, then some old woman says hi.

Greg: Why is Jane in our bed? Jane: Because you told me not to call after midnight.

Jane: Get up, we are going to throw our refrigerator off the roof.

Dharma: You know, when I was little, Abby and Larry let me name myself. Jane: That's so cool. Dharma: I know. For the first year, my name was "La la la la la la", and then when I turned two, I changed it to "NO!"

Edward: Believe me Greg, another ten years and you'll be praying for a dead Indian to tell her to take a hike.

Dharma: Honey, I have strayed from my true self, and a dead friend crossed over to send me on a vision quest to guide me back to the wellspring of my essence. What part of that is so hard to understand? Greg: Everything after "Honey".