David: Would you like some cheese?
Robber: Uh yeah, I'll take some cheese.
David: God forbid he be specific. I guess throw in some brie, some aged cheddar.
Stevie: Uh, that tapenade goes good with the brie.
David: Tapenades, great, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Stevie: Do you have bad skin?
Robber:Yeah, sure, just hurry it up!
David: There you go. [to Stevie] Could you help the man with the door? His hands are full.
Stevie: Sorry. Thank you.

Ted: I've certainly kept some things from our past.
Alexis: Ted!
Ted: I take it that you haven't?
Alexis: Um, harsh. I for sure have.
Ted: Yeah, it's just that your face is doing some really weird stuff right now.

Alexis: No because you put me on the spot! There's like, a very long list of things that I've kept.
Ted: Oh, really. Like what?
Alexis: Like that empty book that you gave me.
Ted: The journal?
Alexis: Yes! The journal.

Moira: I don't know if you know what it's like to be mortally deprived of one's sleep!
Jocelyn: I haven't slept in eight months.
Moira: Why's that?
Jocelyn: Because of the baby.

Alexis: So Hey, Twy? I've always admired your jewellery game. You just like, pick a few pieces, and just and wear them to death.
Twyla: Oh, if you're talking about my earrings the clasp broke, so I actually physically cannot take them off.
Alexis: Okay, I am experiencing the same problem. All of my jewellery is boring.
Twyla: Is that what I said?

Johnny: Okay, Roland, I actually don't know what you're talking about.
Roland: Those spicy letters from Miss Butterfly that you left out for Moira to find.
Johnny: How do you know about those letters?
Roland: Well, Moira's out showing 'em around town. Jocelyn's read 'em. She told me about some very racy parts, young man.

Johnny: Okay, first of all, everyone should mind their own business, and stay out of my affairs.
Roland: Affairs, plural? Oh.
Johnny: There's no affair, okay? Now, would you unlock the door, and open the blind?
Roland: Jeez, Johnny, I'm on your side, pal. Unless things get messy, in that case, I'm gonna be on Moira's side.

Patrick: So you upsold the robber?!
David: I did not! I didn't even tell him about the vintage wines we have in the back.
Patrick: Oh.
Stevie: Speaking of I think we should probably open one of those bottles, just to calm the nerves.
David: I thought you had to go to work.
Patrick: Great. Great stuff, you guys.

Ted: I uh, see you're wearing the locket.
Alexis: Oh! I don't know, am I? Oh, right.
Ted: Well, you proved me wrong, Alexis. And I have to say, I'm actually kind of relieved, because that means that you also kept favourite photo of the two of us.
Alexis: I keep that photo in a locked folder on my phone.
Ted: No, no, I'm talking about the one in the locket. Hmm! Now, this appears to be a photo of Twyla?
Alexis: Yes, I put that there. Because Twyla is an important friend.
Ted: And Twyla's mom?
Alexis: Is her important friend.
Ted: You gave the locket to Twyla, didn't you?
Alexis: Okay, I would've kept it. But the necklace just kept reminding me of all the bad things that I'd done, and then Twyla gave me a Christmas gift, and I didn't have anything to give her...

Johnny: No kids, I understand that you both have read a somewhat adult-themed correspondence between a loving wife and her husband?
Alexis: Yeah, and I'd prefer if you could stop talking about it.
David: This is why I think it's best to torch everything from past failed relationships.
Johnny: I'd hardly call this a failed relationship, David. We're still here, 35 years later.