D.D.: You know what I start to do when I feel sorry for myself? I think of all the people worse off.
Cassie: Chicago Cub fans?
D.D.: Not that bad.
D.D.: Go ahead, make your jokes. But if I lose my grip and fall screaming to my death, and smash headfirst onto the pavement, and my brains gush out all over the place, you're going to be sorry.
Cassie: I know I won't be hungry.
Shane: So we're looking for Mr. Snuffleupagus.
D.D.: I didn't know you watched Sesame the Street.
Cassie: (to Shane) Who was your favorite character – Oscar the Grouch?
Cassie: (to D.D.) You're a blonde doing an interview. Trust me, no one's listening.
Shane: And what do you do?
Cassie: Nothing – I'm a producer.
Shane: This job makes it so hard to have a life.
D.D.: Tell me about it. At least in prison I got to watch the end of television shows.
D.D.: You never know what kind of weirdo you're going to end up with on a date.
Shane: Like Ted Bundy.
D.D.: Or O.J.
Shane: Or Bill Maher.