Johnny: Kids! Breakfast is served.
David: I don't see any breakfast.
Johnny: Mimosas! We're celebrating. Ruth sent over a bottle of champagne.
David: So there's no food then?
Johnny: Don't you worry.
Moira: I don't. Worry is but undernourished enthusiasm.
David: What says, "Patrick, you're going to love New York" more? A gift card to Joe's Pizza or tickets to Wicked?
Alexis: Twy, I can't take your money. I've seen how people tip here.
Twyla: Alexis, between us, I don't do this job for the money.
Alexis: If you don't do this for money, I'm scared to know what you do do for money.
Twyla: Now that you're leaving, can you keep a secret?
Alexis: It depends on how dark it's going to get, but yes.
Patrick: I'm trying to write my vows.
David: If you need some flattering things to say about me, I'd be more than happy to help.
David: When did that house even go up for sale?
Patrick: Technically it didn't but after the fourth time that we drove by it and you commented that it reminded you of Kate Winslet's cottage from The Holiday, I just knocked on the door and told them to call me if they ever decided to sell.
David: I was just thinking about how Patrick must have driven out here and knocked on that door and asked those people to call him if they ever planned on selling it just because I said it was nice. Who does that?
Stevie: Good people. Good people do things like that. Hence the reason why we don't understand it.
David: Wait, one pizza? What is this? Les Mis?