Phil: Hey, you. What's going on? You, uh- You texting a boy?
Alex: Just figuring out my summer plans.
Phil: I remember the summer of my junior year. I followed N.W.A. on tour. Nebraskans With Accordions. This was before Polka Pete was brutally murdered, of course.

Sam: Okay, well I must say, you do look beautiful. You remind me of my first beard.
Claire: Thank you. I'm a lady in the streets and a freak in the spreadsheets. It's not a bad caption if you're still interested in using me in your magazine.

Joe: Daddy.
Jay: What are you doing up?
Joe: I can't sleep. Wait. You eat while I'm in bed? Is there a meal I don't know about?
Jay: A couple.
Jay: But you need to hit the hay, buddy. I need you sawin' logs until 0700.
Joe: I don't know what any of that means.