Less Than Perfect

Kipp: Can you believe all this juvenile Valentine's crap? Lydia: I know…although I'm the prettiest and I deserve a present!

Lydia: Oh you can't be fooled? Well if you are so damn smart why are you working for a florist?

Will: You see Claude, I think of you as the daughter that tests have shown I don't have.

Deirdre: One of my goals for myself is to find a baby daddy. Claude: What is that? Like a little daddy?

Owen: She told me you got along great. Claude: Then she is a big fat liar.

Ramona: Owen swept her off his feet. Kipp: And then what, she hit her head off the floor?

Owen: If I'm still working with office supplies when I'm that old, try not to be too jealous. Claude: Oh, I thought you were going to say 'Please shoot me.' Owen: Oh, oh no. I'm glad we had this talk.

Claude: It was just talk…naughty, naughty talk.

Kipp: Isn't there a single sausage patty that isn't shaped like a heart? Lydia: I know. Why does the cafeteria have to recognize this particular holiday? It's not like every Fourth of July they blow the food up.

Kipp: Hey, is that Owen with a girl? Lydia: Oh my God, it is. Should we go and help her?