Alexis: Where are you going?
David: I am going to a sketchy bar on the outskirts of town.
Alexis: And nobody invited me?! You know how at home I am at sketchy bars!
Alexis: Who are you going with?
David: With Stevie, we're gonna meet some randoms. So um, when I go missing, just feel free to tell people that the last place I was seen was at a sketchy bar on the outskirts of town meeting randoms.
Alexis: Okay well, this isn't fair, David. I'm the one who should be at a sketchy bar meeting randoms. I'm the one who should go missing!

Moira: I'm sorry, John, I just got swept up in it.
Johnny: No, no, listen as long as one of us is running, okay? That's the important thing. It doesn't matter which one of us is running. I thought it would be me, but then you talked me out of it! But that's okay!
Moira: Please, John, I'm going to need you every step of the way.
Johnny: And I'll be right behind you Moira, supporting you, because you're the one running, and I'm not!
Moira: How long are we going to be doing this?
Johnny: Oh, just a few more minutes, at least.

Stevie: It's not usually this dead. It's like everybody saw you coming, and left.
David: Is this really what our lives have become? Sitting in some sad bar waiting to get laid?
Stevie: Well it's this, or the Internet.
David: Oh, I did have a match earlier. Um, who is 79 miles away.
Stevie: Well, if you start walking now, you'll get there before breakfast.

Stevie: Oh, uh, I notice that man is no longer sleeping under the pool table.
David: Well, I'm surprisingly good at pool. So...
Stevie: Hmm. Wait a second, is this like a reverse hustle, where you say you're good, but you're actually terrible?
David: Um, I don't know.
Stevie: Do you wanna break?
David: Um, from what?
Stevie: Oh, this is gonna be fun.

Johnny: Moira, being on council could leverage our position considerably in this town.
Moira: It's not worth it. You saw me struggle to get those modest planters for the motel. Trying to council to focus on the simplest thing is like wrangling monkeys!

Twyla: I hear congratulations are in order, Mrs. Rose.
Moira: Thank you, dear, for what?
Twyla: Oh, should I not say anything yet?
Moira: Well, you could say something, think of it as a clue.
Johnny: Not say something about what?
Twyla: Your wife's big announcement.
Moira: Again dear, clue!

David: Have you seen my black shoe? It's a lace up, probably lost in the sea of your dirty clothes?

David: Look at your things. Look at your life!
Alexis: I have been distracted!
David: Why is this wet? Ew!
Alexis: Because I kicked over a glass of water that you left on the floor.
David: I wasn't drinking water.
Alexis: Okay, so maybe it was mine, what difference does it make? Ugh!

Alexis: Anyway, I need the room tonight, because I'm having a friend over.
David: What friend?
Alexis: Um, Twyla. We're gonna have a fun little sleepover.
David: Mmm-hmm. You and Twyla?
Alexis: Yeah, we're gonna do face masks, and we're gonna talk about boys that we both know, and have dated.
David: Um, have you spent more than five minutes with the girl, one on one? She could be a serial killer.
Alexis: Twy and I have tea together like, every day, David.
David: That she serves you at the cafe.
Alexis: Because we're friends.

David: Um, so then where is Twyla going to sleep tonight? Because I'd say she could stay under my bed, but your disgusting clothes are all stuffed under there. So just wondering, where she'd sleep.
Alexis: Stop doing that with your face!