Carla: Elliot, i think that if you guys are meant to get to this point, it'll happen naturally.
Elliot: You're right. "I love U2." Dammit. Why do I say every thing that comes into my head? Oh, I really wish you wouldn't stand close to me after your hummus break. See? I didn't need to say that. I'm gonna tell him.
Paul: Love you.
Elliot: Love you more. [Carla sighs] You know what? Brush your teeth, then judge me.