Newton Davis: So, what do you think, can you show this to Moseby?
Marty: Ah... you'd better do it.
Newton Davis: Why? He likes you.
Marty: Davis, if I take that in there and Moseby starts carrying on about how brilliant it is... I'm going to take the credit.
Newton Davis: What?
Marty: Mmm hmm.
Newton Davis: You're my friend, where are your ethics?
Marty: My ethics are that I know this about myself, so I'm not going to take this in there and screw you over.
Gwen: I really didn't intend for it to get this elaborate, it's just that everyone around here keeps treating me like I'm somebody... except you.
Gwen: Don't yell at me, we're only pretending to be married.
Newton Davis: Half the things we tell ourselves are fiction.
Newton Davis: Wow! You're a genius. You're like the Ernest Hemingway of bullshit.
Becky Metcalf: Do you know why I said no to you that day? It's because you scared me, building this house, putting a big ribbon around it... I didn't want to marry a dreamer. I'm not that brave. When I see you through Gwen's eyes you look very different to me.
Newton Davis: How?
Becky Metcalf: Well, I could see how a dreamer, with somebody who believes in him, could do great things.
Moseby: What kind of work are you in, Bernie?
Ralph: I'm retired.
Moseby: Oh? From what?
Ralph: From all the big hairy bullshit.
George Davis: What she told us was how sorry you were, like the other week, when you cried? No shame in it, son. Just don't do it too often. Nobody likes a cry baby.
Newton Davis: What do you say, Gwen?"Gwen" do you get off... and "gwhere" can we "gwo"?
