Johnny: He can't drive, his license is expired.
Alexis: Okay, I will drive.
Johnny: You got your wallet?
Alexis: It's fine.

David: Um, well, I wouldn't really worry about it, I managed several galleries, and never once looked at the paperwork, so. It either all comes together, or it doesn't. Ultimately.
Stevie: Did it ever come together?
David: Um, I think we're getting sidetracked.

David: Okay, the big difference is that nothing seems to give you anxiety, which is actually sort of concerning.
Alexis: Oh, that reminds me, can you hold the wheel for a second, I need to check my phone.
David: Oh, my God! I'll tell you what's not helping me right now, this!
Alexis: Hey, relax, David. I once had a 7-year-old drive me around Mumbai, so I'm pretty sure you're cool to steer for a sec.

Johnny: Ooh! A ledger? I haven't seen one of these in a while. Aha. Well, at first glance, what you think of, say, charging for late check outs?
Stevie: Yeah, again, that would assume that we had guests to check out.
Johnny: Well, there's a solution to everything, Stevie, and when that idea comes, it's going to appear so obvious.
Stevie: Well, I mean, I did think that I could start charging full price to the long term guests here.
Johnny: And sometimes it's the second or third idea that's really the keeper.

Moira: Oh dear, that's a shame. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. That's a real shame! The old pulp mill in Elmdale, torn down.
Roland: That reminds me, I gotta check out the new pulp mill. I hear it's breathtaking.
Moira: But surely the old pulp mill had its charm, and it was an historic landmark.
Ronnie: Where'd you find that article?! The old pulp mill closed down what, two years ago?
Moira: Well, it just makes one think, might there be a building struggling in our town that could, with the aid of municipal funds, avoid befalling a similar fate?

Moira: I was thinking of another worthy landmark, the motel.
Ronnie: Oh, that sounds like more of a personal issue.
Moira: Oh, it's very personal, for Stevie. The poor thing is a wreck. Inheriting the motel, feeling lost and alone.
She even threatened to sell the place! A pitiable creature, that's what she is. John and I, we both threw our arms around her, figuratively speaking, and we said, the people of this town, and Council in particular, will not let this business go under, Stevie. For your sake, Stevie!
Ronnie: I thought you were against giving town funds to heritage projects.
Roland: Yeah, when we wanted to restore the war memorial, you said we should avoid taking sides.

Moira: Okay, Stevie, allow me to get you a pill. It's going to make you forget every last one of those irrational thoughts for at least two days.

Johnny: Well, what do you think of the new wheels?
David: Do you want my honest opinion? Or?

Alexis: Are you guys done with the car?
Johnny: No, we're just leaving.
Alexis: Okay, 'cause it looks like you're getting out.
Johnny: We're changing seats because David's license is expired.
Alexis: [gasps] Oh, no. And it took him like, 16 tries to get it last time.
David: It didn't take me 16 tries. I failed the written test twice, and then took the driving test, and passed.
Alexis: And then your learner's permit expired, and you had to do the written test again, which you failed.

Johnny: Oh, I remember this. You had to start from scratch, and you failed the practical two more times.
David: God!
Moira: Oh, the poor thing has crippling test anxiety. We all know that. Who has the keys? I need the car.
Johnny: Well, we're using the car right now, sweetheart.
Moira: David, would you drive your mummy to Town Hall, please?