Lorna:
So what do you do for a living?

Andy:
I... I write classified ads.

Lorna:
I've read some of your work. Some of it's pretty good.

Andy:
You're wearing the uniform of the depressed: Sweatpants and a raincoat.

Callum:
Would you like to groove to my hacky-sack vibe?

Lorna:
I... I... I wouldn't, no.

Lorna:
You're not one of those guys who yaps about love and brings up his ex-girlfriend and then goes AWOL, are you?

Dr. Cavan:
What's wrong, Mogli?

Andy:
Didn't your mother teach you to break up with some style?

Cheryl:
You just... you just have to get over it.

Andy:
"Get over it?" It's been four days.

Andy:
Didn't your mother teach you to break up with some style?

Cheryl:
You gotta just... get over it.

Andy:
Get over it? It's only been four DAYS.

Cheryl:
Andy's been pumping the nutritionist who bought him at the auction.

Jeri:
How'd the date go?

Andy:
I got Ninja-Fucked.

Andy:
What do you wanna do?

Kieran:
Let's have sex.

Andy:
That's a rare idea. All we do is have sex. I think one day you're gonna kill me if I can't perform.