Jerry:
What do these characters all have in common? They all want to... fuck! It's always about fucking.

Terri:
Is there any chance you could shut the fuck up?

Barry:
Do you think you're good?

Cary:
What?

Barry:
I mean, do you think you're a good person?

Cary:
Hey, come on, I'm trying to eat lunch here.

Terri:
I don't get you at all. I mean, always with the goddamn semiotics. It's a gift. Can't it just be what it is? It's a bracelet. Shit.

Jerry:
The guy's practically my best friend...

Terri:
Oh, don't even fucking use that! Alright? Best friend? That is bullshit! Try saying friend when you're down there lapping between his wife's legs. See how it sounds then.

Terri:
It's over. Thanks so much, it was lovely. I'll get the rest of my stuff later.

Terri:
Why do you find it so hard to fathom that I'd want to be with a woman? I mean, I wanted to be with you. Now I want to be with her. That's all.

Barry:
So, you want to know what the best lay I ever had? Right. That's easy, it's me. Nobody gives me more pleasure than I give myself

Barry:
I'm telling you, nobody makes me come the way I do.