Rachel: Do you always eat like that?
Jack: What are you saying, like a pig?
Rachel: Yeah, like a pig.
Jack: Like we have time to eat any other way.
Jack: (pointing at his suit) Do you know that this is an Armani?
Rachel: Well I know your undies are!
Jack: (smiles and shakes his head) Well, I've got a three week tour of Fairfield tomorrow.
Rachel: Should be fun.
Jack: Yeah, I'm rigid with excitement.
Rachel: (stares at him) Yeah well... I don't reckon we can avoid it any longer you know...
Jack: Last night.
Rachel: Last night, yeah.
Jack: It was good.
Rachel: Yeah, it was good.
Jonah: (about Marty) He's dead, isn't he?
Rachel: What? What makes you say that?
Jonah: Because you wouldn't be here otherwise. Not for a dickhead like him.
Jack: That's not necessarily so, bro.
Jack: Makes me feel like a kid.
Jack: The lights.
Rachel: Yeah. Yeah, when I was a kid they used to drive me absolutely wild.
Jack: I've heard a few girls say that!
Rachel: Oh yeah? Who?
Jack: No, no... mostly on... on late night TV, movies.
Rachel: Yeah, I can see you sitting there, watching the telly late at night.
Jack: Oh no, mostly I only half watch and I half listen. Sort of fills in the space.
Rachel: You're a lonely guy!
(being lowered into a septic tank)
Emma: Oh, just great!
Jack: How's your arm?
Tayler: I've had to give up weightlifting. (smiles as Jack walks away)
Rachel: What did you have for brekky?
Jack: Cereal. A couple of cold sausages. Egg flip.
Rachel: Right, well I'd be watching that fake Amarni, because you might be looking at it twice!
(looking at a head in a gym bag)
Jack: He's a good lookin' bloke.
Rachel: I like them a bit taller.