Mary: What if you meet the love of your life, are you supposed to let them pass you by?
Mary: I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting.
Billie Offer: That's like an alcoholic saying I only drink Tequila.
Billie Offer: You say whatever you think somebody wants to hear. It's dangerous to be around you.
Billie Offer: You know what I think? I think that everyone's just trying not to be lonely.
Suzanne Offer: Billie, no. Don't even think about it. Come on, we've been through this before.
Billie Offer: Maybe he hasn't found what he's looking for.
Suzanne Offer: Some people don't want to be fixed. They like things just the way they are.
Sophie Fisher: I'm just here to cater to the plants.
Alex Fletcher: And you're doing a marvelous job. Although, that one is plastic.
Alex Fletcher: The best time I've had in the last fifteen years was sitting at that piano with you.
Sophie Fisher: That's wonderfully sensitive... especially from a man who wears such tight pants.
Alex Fletcher: It forces all the blood to my heart.
Sophie Fisher: Are you OK?
Alex Fletcher: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. It's just my Pop! hip. It comes from years of doing our patented dance move. My God, I've suffered for my art.
Sophie Fisher: The worst part is, he still has some power over me. I still care what he thinks.
Alex Fletcher: I'm sorry, but how - how can that possibly be? The guy is a jerk.
Sophie Fisher: Well, that's easy for you to say, but.
Alex Fletcher: No, no. He is a jerk! He is a jerk. It's not a question. He is a jerk.
Sophie Fisher: But.
Alex Fletcher: No, he is! He's a jerk! He's a jerk.
Alex Fletcher: Theoretically, I could pick you up because I will be taking a cab.
Sophie Fisher: I could be standing outside at 9:40 in bright orange clothes, so you wouldn't miss me.
Alex Fletcher: Oh good, you'll get some road work done while you wait, then.
Sophie Fisher: You should get some ice on that.
Alex Fletcher: Only if it's attached to some whiskey.
Guy Perkins: Hi, I'm Guy.
Josie Geller: Yes, you are a guy. Quite a guy. Oh my. Hey, that rhymes! Yikes. Bikes.
Guy Perkins: Are you in special-ed? I mean, are you?
Kristin Davis: A Geek?
Gibby Zerefski: You totally just said that out load.
Josie Geller: That'll teach me to wear white jeans after labor day.
Gibby Zerefski: I don't think you're supposed to wear white jeans after 1983.
Josie Geller: Somebody once said, "To write well, you have to write what you know." Well, here is what I know.
Josie Geller: Hey, Guy, guys, Guy's guys.
Josie Geller: The right guy, he's out there. I'm just not gonna go kiss a whole bunch of losers to get to him.
Anita Olesky: Yeah, but you know what? Sometimes kissing losers can be a really fun diversion.
Sam: All I can tell you is that when you're my age, guys will be lined up around the corner for you.
Josie Geller: You have to say that because you're my teacher.
Sam: Actually, I shouldn't say that because I'm your teacher.
