Bob: So I was thinking, and uh, I'm not married to it, but, uh, "Bob's Bagels."
Roland: Johnny, I think you have something you'd like to say to Bob.
Bob: You don't wanna use the name Bob? Oh, I get it, go with something a little more old testament?

Moira: I knew this day would come, John. Isolated, impoverished, cut off from all medical services. I only prayed it wouldn't be Alexis.
Johnny: It's just a cold, Moira.
Moira: Oh, it's always just a cold, John, until it's full blown Typhoid!
Alexis: [o.s.] I don't have typhoid!
Moira: Well, of course you don't. What are the chances of that?! Do you remember Valentina? Our chambermaid in little Martinique? We all thought she had just a cold, until it was too late! I'll never shake the mental image of her frothing and flailing in the water taxi!
Alexis: [o.s.] I can still hear you!
Moira: We love you, Alexis!

Johnny: All right, you know what, I hate to break up this party, but this is my office, and I do have a lot of work to do, so up, Roland.
Roland: Your office? Uh, well that's kind of interesting, Johnny, because I don't remember seeing your application for a new business license.
Bob: Oh jeez! To be a fly on the wall for this conversation!
Johnny: Bob, you're in the room.

Twyla: Well, congratulations. Let me get the champagne. You guys are gonna love it. It's the same one we use to celebrate my mom's divorces.

Moira: It's warm!
Alexis: How warm?
Moira: I don't know Alexis, I'm not a nurse! Though I played one once in a lovely little production of "Harvey," but she worked in a mental institute.

Alexis: Can you tell me a story.
Moira: How about a song?
Alexis: No.
Moira: A story it is. Um, there once was a radiant young actress, who dreamed of having two sons. The second of which would be named Alex.
Alexis: I don't like this story.
Moira: Shh! Now, it seems the vivacious daytime Emmy nominee was surprised by how taken she was with this unanticipated daughter. Mostly because she didn't cry as much as the unmannerly son, but also because she was adventurous, carefree, so beautiful. Just like her mother. Alexis. You're on my arm. Alexis, seriously. I can't feel it! I can't-Alexis!
Alexis: Aah!
Moira: Go to sleep, dear.

Stevie: So how long before I can return this?
David: Oh, it's exchange or store credit only.
Stevie: That's funny.
David: I'm not joking.
Stevie: Well, I guess you're buying drinks tonight.
David: I can do that, that's fair.
Stevie: And dinner.
David: Okay.
Stevie: And if I feel like dessert-
David: It's a $12 dollar negligee on a 2-for-1 promotion, so...

Johnny: I mean, you wanna make sure you're making good bagels the real way.
Bob: Well, You would certainly know how to make them the real way, because you're, uh.... You're-
Johnny: Jewish?
Bob: I didn't know if I could say it. But boy, do you all love your bagels! I mean I do too, and I'm not even, uh...
Johnny: Jewish. You can say it, Bob.
Bob: I don't know why, it feels like a swear. What's the one you can't say?

David: Do you like this sweater? Jared Leto gave it to me and I've always been on the fence about it.
Alexis: I don't know.
David: What do you mean, you don't know? You either like it, or you don't like it.
Alexis: I mean, I like it 'cause Jared Leto gave it to you, and he was my first kiss, but I don't know if I like, like it, like it.
David: Um, that's not really an answer.
Alexis: I feel really bad, I feel like there's something burning in my throat.
David: Oh, my God, well, you could've answered the question by now.

Moira: Tell her you're gonna bring her the juice.
Johnny: I am bringing the juice, Moira.
Moira: John, don't touch her. This is as far as I go, Alexis. One of us has to stay safe for David.
David: I'm already in the room.
Johnny: See, we're still alive, Moira, I think we're gonna be okay.
Moira: Of course you are, that's the spirit. I'm just going to close this door until you're done. Sorry! I'm sorry!