Susan:
Baby, we should call our first child Zepellin.

Skeet:
You'd have a lot in common with my father, he had a nervous breakdown too.

Laura:
My god, ye are such pussy ass bitch drinkers.

Claire:
Do you want me to want you to walk me home?

Kevin:
Anyone watch Murder She Wrote this morning?

Ben:
When George Harrison did something, he fucking did it right.

Sean:
Dave, don't you think you've had too much to drink?

Dave:
I maintain that I'm Irish and you should shut up.

Dave:
Rain in Octember? No, no, no, no!

Emma:
I'm warning you Claire, don't put her on the line! I don't want to talk to that bitch, I'm warning you- oh hey Sinead, how are you keeping?

Stevey:
I gotta stay in and finish this painting for Sinead...

Skeet:
You're painting a picture for that bitch? Nice one Picasso, nice one.

Skinner:
Fuck this, I'm off to break some face.

Holden:
I'm tired of sex, can we not just, like, talk?