Dick: He was always very fussy.
Allan: Yes, but look at the results.
Dick: Yes, you never went out.
Allan: You want a Fresca with a Darvon?
Linda: Unless you have apple juice.
Allan: Apple juice and Darvon is fantastic together.
Linda: Have you ever had Librium and tomato juice?
Allan: No, I haven't personally, but another neurotic tells me they're unbelievable.
Dick: Could I get a coke with nothing in it?
Nancy: My lawyer will call your lawyer.
Allan: I don't have a lawyer. Have him call my doctor.
Allan: I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.
Allan: No, my parents never got divorced, although I begged them to.
Ray: We make chicken-chip cookies, ahhhh... tuna mint.
Ray: I get a bad vibe about this guy, David. It's my street instinct, but I just don't trust him.
May Sloane: Yeah, I know why. Because he's younger than you are, handsomer than you are, he's much taller than you are, he's smarter than you are, he's much more exciting than you are.
Ray: May, don't feel obligated to pull any punches with me. I can take it.
Ray: What is this?
Frenchy: It's a Damon Dexter. A discovery of David's.
Ray: Yeah? I say it's depressing.
Frenchy: Knock it off. You wouldn't know a masterpiece if it bit you in the ass.
Ray: I refuse to look at this, Frenchy.
Frenchy: And what's that supposed to mean?
Ray: It means as long as this is there on the wall, I don't look at that wall.
Ray: Ever heard of the Polish carpool? Every day they meet at work.
Ray: It's Louie the 14th, or Louie the 15th. I don't know how high the Louie's go, actually.
Ray: Your cousin May is dumb like a horse, or a dog or something.
Ray: What are you, a stroke victim?
