Corey: Well, hey, she's got her own place. Why does she have to come over here and rifle through my sock drawer?
Katie: What's wrong with you? Her place is too small for a sock drawer.
Corey: I don't care if she lives in a dumpster.
Katie: It's a Subaru.
Katie: Okay, this is how it works. Say you finish reading the paper. Now, where does it go? Receptacle A? B? Or C?
RT: Hmm, let me think, uh ... D. I don't care.
Tuesday: Look, I'm kind of in between places. I move into a new apartment on Monday.
Katie: Oh, good. Only four days. You know what would really be great? If you could stay in an actual house. Oh my God, I live in one! What a coincidence!
Margaret: Wow. The sexual tension is so thick in here. This is like watching Scarecrow and Mrs. King.
Corey: Listen, I'm sorry I lied. Okay? Maybe I was just a little bit embarrassed about still living at home.
Tuesday: Okay, you know what? I'm sorry you lied, too.
Tuesday: Have you got a washer/dryer?
Katie: Does Joanie love Chachi?
Tuesday: Just so you know, I may do laundry at your house every once in a while. I have got to know how your sister got my shirt so soft.
Margaret: (sniffs) Downey. Clapton couldn't live without it. Even when that man was strung-out, he smelled April-fresh. Boy, that takes me back. Okay, that was far enough.