Rosen: Well, hello, Don. Just come right in, please.
Don Wilson: You eating grass again?
Rosen: Well, it's Asian Pennywort. It increases the blood flow and oxygen to the brain. It's quite an eye-opener. Want a bite?
Don Wilson: I don't eat shrubs.
Rosen: I understand, but my group...
Don Wilson: Has deniability, Rosen. It doesn't technically exist. So you do this for me and don't bust my balls.
Rosen: So refreshingly candid.
Jeannie Harken: I love you.
Bill: (to his wife) I feel sorry for you, woman.
Gary: I'm putting my lunch in the refrigerator.
Nina: Hi, Gary.
Bill: Hi, Gary.
Gary: Good morning. My mother doesn't want me to eat fast food so I have to eat what she makes me.
Bill: Got it.
Gary: And that's why my name is on it. Don't eat what's inside my bag.
Bill: So, what you're saying is I can eat your sandwich.
Gary: No, don't. That's my name.
Bill: No, I changed my name to Gary.
Bill: I'm joking. It's a joke.
Rachel: I don't even think I'd know how to walk in those.
Nina: I've got a closet full of these. I'll hook you up.
Gary: Hook me up.
Rachel: Are you serious?
Nina: You want some, um, stilettos, Gary?
Gary: Yeah, hook me up.
Gary: Football, British. Golf, Miniature.
Bill: Does he ever stop?
Gary: Hey, you shut up.
Rosen: Gary, what did we talk about?
Gary: He started it.
Rosen: And how do we end it...?
Gary: I stop.
Rosen: So hostile. You weren’t breast-fed, were you?
Rosen: Now, you were saying? Residue, citrus rind...
Rosen: And nicotine.
Rachel: And an enzyme found only in Caucasians of Northern European ancestry.
Rosen: So, our assassin is, what, a jittery orange-eater from Norway?
Nina: Something's wrong here. A deadly assassin working in a grocery store. A hot, deadly assassin, but why would he...?
Bill: You're an absolute mess, woman. Have you no shame?
Nina: What? I like the blue-collar look.
Bill: And the...
Nina: And the bad-boy thing.
Don Wilson: Another donut shop.
Rosen: Since they've opened, I've had to add another 20 laps to my swim.
Don Wilson: Half of these places are just a front.
Rosen: We need to talk about the shooter.
Don Wilson: One on every corner. More donuts than could possibly be consumed. You know, 40% of all small businesses are owned by foreign nationals.
Rosen: You know that's simply not true.
Don Wilson: Eh, it could be. You don't know.
Don Wilson: Have you ever heard of the Ghost files? No, don't answer that. Of course not.
Rosen: What Ghost files?
Don Wilson: I never asked you that.
Rosen: No, I'm asking you.
Don Wilson: What?
Rosen: What? Why do I feel I'm in a Beckett play when I talk to you?
Don Wilson: I don't know who that is, okay?
Rosen: You could have told me about this before. "I swear on my mother's grave."
Don Wilson: She's cremated.