Stevie: Um, so this is my friend David.
David: David Rose. What are your consignment percentages?
Stevie: Uh, this is a thrift shop.
David: Okay. Do you have sales representative? Who will be pricing these items?
Wayne: Um... me.
David: Okay.

David: [rooting through the bag] Is there a problem, Wayne?
Wayne: It's just I can't really use any of this. It's too, you know...
Stevie: Funky?
Wayne: Sure. Let's go with that.
David: Okay, let's take your oily hands off my clothes.
Stevie: You sure you can't take any of this stuff? Some of this stuff's pretty good.
Wayne: Um, maybe we can use the sneakers.
David: Maybe the sneakers? This is French suede, with a vulcanized-rubber instep, okay? You've lost my trust and my business, so... [to Stevie] We'll be leaving now. What is this place? What is this place?

Jocelyn: And then we see you with your kids and you're so together. What's your secret?
Moira: Listening is so very important.
Johnny: So important to listen to your kids.
Jocelyn: See, Roland? Listening.
Roland: Excuse me, I listen to the kid. If he'd listened to me, he wouldn't be sitting in a hut, making his own underwear.

Mutt: Oh, and you are totally in sync with your parents?
Alexis: Um, yeah, because they always wanted a daughter with a record, who dropped out of college, so... Pretty much delivered on that one.

Johnny: David? Alexis? Can you come here please? ... David?! Alexis?!
Moira: They're not going to come, dear.
Johnny: [loudly] Well, how widespread is that news? Talk about salacious!
Moira: He cut off his what?!
Alexis: Wait, what?
David: How did it happen?

Ronnie: So what's your deal? You're pretty. What's that like?
Alexis: Um, it's good.
Ronnie: Yeah, lots of doors open up for pretty people.
Alexis: Mm-hmm, clearly, as I register for community service.

Stevie: Are these all your clothes?
David: Yeah.
Stevie: What's this, then?
David: That's a sweater.
Stevie: It's one chromosome away from a crocheted blanket.

Johnny: Your mother and I have been talking and we've come to the realization that we've not been very good parents.
Moira: Sadly, and most of the time, we have no interest in what's going on with you.
Johnny: We have no idea what. 'Cause she means no idea.

Mutt: Sorry. I had some stuff I had to take care of.
Alexis: And did you get your stuff taken care of?
Mutt: Yeah, I guess.
Alexis: 'Cause it It seems to me like you get your stuff taken care of pretty regularly. By multiple people, if you know what I mean.
Mutt: I don't.
Alexis: Look, I know you probably think that you're this handsome man around town who's like... Handsome, mysterious... And handsome and homeless-y, but you're better than that, you know?

Johnny: David? Can you come here please? ... David, can you come in here please?!
David: What?
Johnny: Well, come in here and I'll tell you.
David: Well, why don't you just tell me from there?
Johnny: David!
David: You could've already told me.
Johnny: I want to speak face to face.
David: Motels this size we're basically always face to face.
Johnny: In the same room.
David: Why are you yelling? I'm right here.