Lyndsey McElroy: Your brother's talking in his sleep again.
Charlie: No kidding. what about?
Lyndsey McElroy: Some childhood dream about you making him hit himself.
Charlie: What childhood? That was last week.

Lyndsey McElroy: I worked for a sports book in Vegas. Then I opened my own little business in the back of a candle shop in Sherman Oaks.
Charlie: I always wondered how those places stayed in business.
Lyndsey McElroy: Yeah, so did the IRS.

Lyndsey McElroy: I think you underestimate your brother.
Charlie: It's not an estimate. I already got the bill.
Lyndsey McElroy: You'll see, one of these days he's gonna surprise you.
Charlie: And one of these days I'm gonna die of liver failure. Want to lay odds which happens first?

Charlie: Look, all I know is that Alan really loves you. Now, if you ever repeat this, I will deny it, but my brother is about the most decent human being I know. Can't you just give him one more chance?