Greg the Bunny Season 1 Episode 10

Blah: Oh, you'll be fine. Besides, if you're always retracing your footsteps, you'll never make new ones, blah.
Warren: That's a little odd coming from somebody whose idea of a hot date is to sob uncontrollably to a marble slab.

Maggie: You are a pompous, self-centered monkey!
Warren: You are a shallow, manipulative trollop!
Gil: Hey, why don't we all calm down before somebody says something untrue.

Maggie: And I'll have you know, Blah is the greatest lover I've ever had. Talk about a G-spot? He found the whole damn alphabet.

Maggie: Warren, stop it. There is nothing going on between Gil and me. I mean, look at him!
Gil: Hello. Person with feelings standing here.
Maggie: Despite what you think, I wouldn't just sleep with anything.
Gil: Anything? Hey, you married an ape and slept with a vampire!

Dottie: Look, I know Jack's a little strange. But he's not stalking you. When would he have the time, with all his anger management classes and gun club meetings?

Gil: This thing between you and Maggie. Is it, uh, serious?
Blah: No, it's just a one-time thing. Well, technically, it's a four-time thing. But just one night.

Gil: Alright, how the hell did that happen?
Blah: Oh, it's all Jimmy and Greg's fault, blah. They took me to this silly phone bar, and... well, I haven't been with anyone in six years, and Maggie was there, and one thing led to another, and the next thing I know, she's blahing me.

Greg: So, apparently, poor Blah has been visiting his wife's grave every day for, like, six years.
Jimmy: Well, in all fairness, it's not like she can go to his place.
Dottie: My uncle, Dan, was a romantic like this. He used to visit the spot where my aunt was buried all the time. That's how the FBI finally found the body.

Gil: ...but Alison at the network just hated your "Trust Song," so she's making me fire you.
Psycho Writer: What? I put my heart and soul into that song.
Gil: I know. I know, and it shows, it sh--please. And I quote your song, "May my bones be crushed in moldy dust. If you can't trust, you can't trust, you can't tru-uh-ust me" when I say that I loved your song... Now your office has been cleaned out, boxes are already in your car, so off you go.
Psycho Writer: This sucks.
Alison: What was that about?
Gil: Oh, nothing. The writer of "The Trust Song" just quit.
Alison: Oh, really? Oh, I loved that song.
Gil: Hey, we all did.