Robert: Hey, Peter.
Peter: Hey. You want a chocolate egg? I've been sitting on them. They're about ready to hatch.

Peter: If you don't read my "Zombie Blood Chronicles," you're not my mother!

Peter: Welcome to "Peter's Apartment of Comics".
Ray: Thanks. Thanks. How's business?
Peter: Not good. No, most of my customer base is still in Pennsylvania, and they can't get their moms to drive 'em here.

Debra: Hey, Peter. Oh my gosh, you look so...
Ray: Normal.
Peter: Well, thanks. You know, Ray suggested nose-hair clippers, and that kind of got the ball rolling.

Ray: Come on, let's get you a drink. He will be back in a minute, ladies. Robert, set him up.
Peter: Well, I think I will have a sloe gin fizz, barkeep.
Robert: You'll have a beer.

Debra: So can I get you two anything else?
Peggy: Debra, this is the funniest thing. We just realized that we were both at the same science fiction convention in 1986.
Peter: You know what? I bet you saw me there. I was Yoda.
Peggy: [gasps] I was Princess Leia!
Robert: Aw, look at these two, Ray. It's kismet.

Pat: Everything's great, yeah. We're just getting to know everybody and let me introduce you. Peter, I want to introduce you to a friend of mine Stefania. Yeah, she's from Italy, which, incidentally, is the land of amore.
Stefania: Hello.
Peter: Hi. I'm Peter. It's a pleasure to meet you. [to Peggy] So, what other sci-fi writers are you into?
Peggy: Well, Bradbury, of course.

Peter: You know, I realize that I'm not married, but I do secret things too.
Amy: We believe you, Petey. Eat your chips.
Peter: Like when I'm angry at my cat, Miss Puss, sometimes I'll sneak up behind her and bark like a dog. That's how I got this scar.