Jack: I'm not mad at you.
Matt: Then what are you?
Jack: I'm sad at you.
Jill: (To Jack) I mean, as much as I hate to admit it, Matt seems like a pretty great guy.
Matt: You're insane. I mean, you know that, right?
Jack: It's supposed to be endearing.
Audrey: Are you kidding me? Matt Prophet is a questionable guy? He owns like thirty ties.
Elisa: It doesn't matter where I look, all I see is naked.
Alison: You're the dancer. Gosh, you're so tiny.
Audrey: Thank you, I think.
Alison: What did you study in college?
Barto: In Mikey's defense, the philosopher job market is glutted right now.
Jill: (To Alison) You're cute. You're not funny, but you're cute.
Jack: Oooh, Sunday night date, very telling.
Jill: Yeah, yeah. What does it tell?
Jack: Well, it's very different from a Saturday night date. Much more personal. A Sunday night date, it's like invading your school night space.
Jill: All right, that's it, I am cancelling your subscription to Cosmo!