— I don't know, I kind of ran into him last night.
— Where?
— At his apartment.
— Thanks for coming in again.
— Not at all. I have no morals, and I need the cash.
— It's like I'm looking in a mirror. Anyway, they're called Fish-tachios. They taste exactly like pistachios... but they're made of reconstituted fish bits. Here, try one.
— All right.
— You're not allergic to anything?
— Cat hair.
— Oh, sorry.
— We're in trouble. We've only got 12 hours and 36 minutes left. Move, move, move!
— I feel like you should have German subtitles.
— Whose little ball of paper is this?
— Oh, that would be mine. See, I wrote a note to myself, then I didn't need it. So I balled it up and now I wish I was dead.
— It's Richard Burke.
— Who's Richard Burke? Is that Dr...? Dr. Burke? You have a date with Dr. Burke? Why? Why? Why... ...should that bother me? I love that man. He's like, uh... a brother to Dad.
— Did you know I'm allergic to shellfish?
— Then you'll just have to eat the other lamps.
— What you guys don't understand is... for us, kissing is as important as any part of it.
— Yeah, right.
— ...
— You serious?
— Oh, yeah.
— Everything you need to know is in that first kiss.
— Yeah, I think, for us... kissing is pretty much like an opening act. I mean, it's like the stand-up comedian you have to sit through... before Pink Floyd comes out.
— Yeah, and it's not that we don't like the comedian. It's just that that's not why we bought the ticket.
— Hey, what's with you?
— I just grabbed a spoon.
— I have some pride.
— Do you?
— No.
— Hey, Joey. What would you do if you were omnipotent?
— Probably kill myself.