John: Sa-am, we have a problem.
Sam: You know, I got to be honest with you, John. The way you pronounce my name really bugs me.
John: How would you like me to pronounce it?
Sam: Sam, just Sam. You try it.
John: Sa-am...
Sam: All right, John, uh... What would you say if you were going to order a ham sandwich?
John: I don't eat ha-am.

Rebecca: Boy, Cliff, I am so jealous. I used to love horses. You know, when I was a little girl, every weekend I would ride my pony, an-an-and I would feed my pony sugar cubes and little bits of chocolate and, and Snickers. They really like that. And sometimes I would give my pony some Snickers, and then I would eat some Snickers. And then other times I would eat all the sugar cubes and the chocolate and the Snickers before I ever got to the stable. And then one time my riding instructor told me I couldn't ride my pony anymore.
Woody: Why, Miss Howe?
Rebecca: Well, he said that I had... outgrown it. I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Rebecca: You had sex with Hill? John Allen Hill? Upstairs John Allen Hill?
Carla: It was so crazy. I marched into his office and I started calling him bald and wrinkled. And he started calling me short and ugly. And before I knew it, our clothes were off and we were insulting each other against the filing cabinet.
Rebecca: But Carla, I mean he is, he's a...
Carla: You know what I call him? The Bullet.
Lilith: Carla, I... I believe I understand what happened. You two have a classic attraction/repulsion relationship. It's really a fairly common phenomenon. People who are constantly at odds with one another very often have rivers of passion raging between them until one day the banks overflow in a torrent of unthinking, unreasonable emotion.
Carla: Plus the guy's practically a contortionist. I can't believe I did this. I betrayed Sam. I went up there to take on his worst enemy, and I ended up having a nooner with him.