Alex: Wine’s not even alcohol. It’s like, grape.
Clay: I’m going to see if she’ll sit down with me again. In the meantime you just, um, try not to get thrown through a window.
Haley: Who’s the bitch now, bitch?
Dan: I love you.
Rachel: I know, baby.
Brooke: I have this poster hanging in my living room, Paul. Of course I'm upset. And the only reason that it's hanging there is because you took him to see that movie, and for one day, that boy felt close to his father. He felt loved and appreciated. And the sad part is that there was only one of those days. Because in my book, the day that he didn't feel that way should be the unique one. Fix it.
Alex: BTW, I am starving. Is there any food?
Millie: Well, I read that you only eat organic foods, so we have an entire organic feast waiting at the hotel.
Alex: Yeah, I just made that stuff up. (to the driver) Can you drive through a Mickey D's? I could totally eat the butt off a skunk right now.