I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
— No accountants. And no one from "legal". I don't like boring jobs.
— And Ross was what? A lion tamer?
It's not that I don't like visitors. I like visitors as much as the next Hobbit. But I do like to know them before they come visiting.
— I'm Osgood Fielding the Third.
— I'm Cinderella the Second.
I'm Clementine. Can I borrow a piece of your chicken? And you picked it out of my plate before I could answer and it felt so intimate like we were already lovers.
— How do you know Arsey Darcy?
— Apparently, I used to run around naked in his paddling pool.
— I bet you did, you dirty bitch.
— What about you?
— Same.
— That's why you start online dating. They have lots of charts.
— Not that again.
— What is your problem with online?
— What's my problem? Do you watch Dateline? How many creeps are out there? I could end up a skin suit or in somebody's trunk.
— She's pretty! Pretty, pretty girl. The pretty She's pretty.
— Go ask her out. What's the worst that could happen?
— I could die.
Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night up to the moment
When we said our first "Hello!".