Jill: Truth or dare?
Jill: How'd you lose your virginity?
Jack: I had sex.
Mrs. Zane: Have you thought about what you'll do in the event that things don't work out in the long run?
Audrey: Well, actually I thought I'd snag a young medical student and get him to marry me before he realizes what a low-brow loser I am. Would you pass me the salt please?
Mrs. Zane: Lovely girl. Speaks three languages.
Barto: And she's pretentious in all of them.
Jack: Thank you.
Jill: For what?
Jack: I don't know.
Jill: You're welcome.
Elisa: I slept with a total stranger. I must have been insane.
Mikey: He wasn't a stranger, you knew his name.
Elisa: Only his first name.
Mikey: Well, I always find that's the important one to know.
Mikey: We've all done it, Elisa. Even without the song. We're horny, we're lonely, mostly I think we're optimistic.
Jack: I spent the entire night in a laundry room. I am not leaving with dirty sheets.
Audrey: (To Barto) I don't care what your parents think about me. I care what they think YOU think about me.
Jack: Hey, try the window again.
Jill: I will not try the window again. The window is made of kryptonite.
Jack: We could starve, or dehydrate or freeze to death.
Jill: Or we could skip all that and just kill ourselves. You first.
Audrey: Are you kidding me? One apartment per floor?
Barto: Yeah, it's less confusing that way.
Jill: Who keeps their cell-phone fully charged?
Jack: I do!
Jill: Where is it?
Jack: In the charger.
Jill: (To Jack) It's like there's a little phys. ed. teacher inside your brain with a clipboard and a whistle.
Mikey: Through the eyes of Dr. and Mrs. Zane, some things just don't mix: religion and politics, martinis and hot dogs, precious sons in med school and blonde shiksa dancers...
Barto: Where did you come from?