Nathan: Nice work on the cat lady call this morning.
Audrey: Who knew I had such talent with drunken women in housecoats.
Nathan: Not me.
Audrey: Oh, and I did a pretty good job with that angry fisherman dude.
Nathan: Once you got his pants on.
Audrey: Yeah, that helped.

Nathan: But you know, don't underestimate your skills with the small stuff.
Audrey: Skills?
Nathan: A local cop probably wouldn't have put all the cats in one box.
Audrey: I only had one box. And anyways, they all fit.
Nathan: Next time, maybe just look around.
Audrey: Why? Did I miss something?
Nathan: Mrs. Nelson's fourth-grade class watching you from the school.
Audrey: Oh, God. Do you think I scarred them?
Nathan: I think they laughed their fourth-grade asses off.

Audrey: Who's Murray Q. Frederickson?
Nathan: A respected local car dealer. One day he announced he could breathe like a fish. Disappeared under the sea.
Audrey: Let me guess. Was that during the troubles?
Nathan: Nope. He was just crazy.

Audrey: Nathan, Lucassi wants to help his patients more than anything. He's a good doctor.
Nathan: And presently crazier than an outhouse rat.
Audrey: And then there's that.