Grace: You should have worn more leather.
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Grace: Did you see how much he was sweating? I can't even get him to do that when we're alone.
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Joan: Huh. I just used "autonomy" in a sentence.
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Joan: Great. God is a pop-up ad. That's perfect.
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Sammy: You schmutz it, you buy it.
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Waiter: (to Kevin) Do you mind pulling in? This is the waiters' station.
Beth: Where do you expect him to go?!
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Joan: Bottom-line, I'm not giving up. Luke, Friedman, the whole mess of them are going down.
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God: It's because you see each event as an end in itself. But they're all just small parts of something much greater. Something that never ends.
Joan: You're very Matrix-y today.
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Joan: I always knew God was an underachiever.
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Joan: You want to tell me why you're here.
Goth Kid (God): It's a guidance session. I'm all about guidance.
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Luke: I thought you worked for me, Grace?
Grace: I make out with you. I work for (Joan).
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Goth Kid (God): Design. I like it. That's why I put it everywhere.
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Helen: Joan, if you want to go to design school after college, I'm completely in favor. We won't pay, but I'm in favour.
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Grace: All guys are psycho. There has to be another way to procreate.
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Joan: As the probability of duplicating a tie decreases with each tie thrown, human behavior becomes the deciding factor. This is the domain of the philosophers and the poets and not the mathematicians.
Friedman: That was so hot!
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