Moira: Okay, if you insist, one quick story. So, day three of shooting, Hamza and I find ourselves stuck in a hail storm.
David: Oh, my God, not tonight. Thank you, though.
Johnny: I'm sorry kids, your mother's had a rough couple of days. Moira, why don't we get to bed, sweetheart?
Moira: Ooh, frisky, John.

Alexis: "Dearest John-John, I'm lying here, stuck, sweaty. All I can think about is you, and the last night we spent together, bed shaking" Ew! Why are you making me read this?
Moira: I know, right?
Alexis: Ew!
Moira: Before your father met me, he was not quite so selective. I hesitate to add, he even had a predilection for boom boom girls!
Alexis: Okay, I would like to remind you that I don't have a therapist anymore.

Ted: So that's a no on the run, then?
Alexis: Okay, honestly Ted, I've had a very traumatic morning at home, so going on a run is like, the last thing that I wanna do. Also, I forgot.
Ted: Okay. Well, that's actually like, scary, because we texted about it twice last night, and twice this morning. But anyway, is everything okay?
Alexis: Like, other than reading some very porny love letters that someone sent my dad, sure.

Alexis: And very likely some jewellery. Like a ring, or...
Ted: A locket?
Alexis: Yes. The locket you gave me. I kept that the most.
Ted: Oh, yeah, it's just funny, I don't think I've ever seen you wear it.
Alexis: I'm just so scared of losing it.
Ted: That makes sense.
Alexis: Okay, well, you have a run to go on, so I should probably go and update my journal.
Ted: You've never written in a journal, have you?
Alexis: No, but um, one time I did do a book report on David's diary, and it was very dark.

Moira: I've had a bit of a rebirth myself, in Bosnia.
Jocelyn: I hope it wasn't as painful as mine.
Moira: The music, Jocelyn. In Bosni-wood, as the industry will soon be calling it, I I picked up some beautiful Sevdah, that I absolutely must teach to the Jazzigals! Would you like to hear me sing a traditional love song?
Jocelyn: I- I would, it's just the baby's sleeping, so...
Moira: Shhh [singing in Bosnian]
Jocelyn: Yeah, it's a sad one. I would be feeling it too, if I knew what the heck you were singing about.

Jocelyn: What are these?
Moira: Oh, just some old love letters, written by another woman, onto which John has been clutching.
Jocelyn: Wow, I have been down this road. I once found a bag of Roland's ex-girlfriends' bras. Burned them. Except for the ones that were my size.
Moira: But this is incomparable, Jocelyn, there's a perfectly logical explanation for this!
Jocelyn: Oh, there always is. Woo! Wow. [laughs] This little "butterfly" is quite the writer. It's like 50 Shades of Johnny Rose! Holy cow.

David: You know, I've never been robbed before, and I had friends that lived in Brooklyn.
Stevie: Yeah that was a robbery, right? I mean, we were robbed. Right?
David: Yeah! Someone walked out of here with two bags of product, I mean, I don't know what else you'd call it.
Stevie: I mean, he had a weapon, right?
David: Yeah! Yes. I mean, it must've been in his pocket, because he used both hands to carry the bags out of the store, but...
Stevie: I can't believe you just offered him the wine.
David: You offered him the skincare. I mean, we don't know what was going on under that mask! He could've had perfect skin.

Roland: Uh, word on the street is that you're in a little hot water with Moira, huh?
Johnny: No, everything's fine with Moira. I just thought she was coming in today.
Roland: Look, Johnny, everybody likes to take trips down memory lane, but you gotta get rid of the evidence. Do you know what a burnt under-wire smells like?

Johnny: Moira is showing my letters?
Roland: Yeah, I was talking to Bob about it.
Johnny: Why were you talking to Bob about it?!
Roland: We're trying to save your marriage, bud! Although, Gwen thinks it's probably a lost cause. She's thinks you might be a sexaholic.

David: So I guess it was sort of like a a low end poly-blend hooded sweatshirt, in what I could only describe as an aubergine color.
Police Officer: And just in case he changes his outfit, do you have a rough idea of his physical description?
David: Right, um, well, I guess, my build.
Stevie: That's being generous.
David: If I was at my goal weight.