- Elliot DiMauro: Jack, would you consider yourself a fan of nature?
- Jack Gallo: Of course. As a boy I took a lot of hikes.
- Elliot DiMauro: Good. And on these hikes, did you ever run across something in nature that just didn't fit?
- Jack Gallo: Yes. I once saw an owl, and I swear to God it smiled at me.
- Elliot DiMauro: Sure, but I mean something like... oh, I don't know... a really skinny tree with branches that are way too big for it's trunk?
- Maya Gallo: You poor thing. How did they take it? Were they crushed when you told them?
- Nina Van Horn: Crushed? "Crushed" is not the right word, nor is "told them".
- Elliot DiMauro: How could you not know? Didn't you take gym in high school?
- Dennis Finch: I was excused because I have brittle bones.
- Jack Gallo: So you've never compared yourself to other men?
- Dennis Finch: No. That is, only guys in porno movies. I just thought I was a little bigger than average.
- Elliot DiMauro: You son of a bitch.
- Dennis Finch: Pumping iron is hard.
- Elliot DiMauro: Yes, it is.
- Dennis Finch: Yeah. How long do you think until you can put weights on the bar?
- Elliot DiMauro: When you are able to lift your gym bag with one arm.
- Maya Gallo: You sound disappointed.
- Nina Van Horn: It's just that I alway fantasized that my birth parents were movie stars, or doctors, or at least people who didn't smell like hogs.
- Maya Gallo: Before I figured out what my father did, I always fantasized that he was a blacksmith, working the forge, making shoes...
- Nina Van Horn: Well, turns out he's a millionaire. Boo-hoo for you, and now back to me.
- Nina Van Horn: Oh, how rude of me. This is... I can't remember.
- Maya Gallo: Nina!
- Nina Van Horn: I'm not kidding. I wanna say Karen.
- Libby: Aside from the practice, we do have some oil money.
- Nina Van Horn: Oil? As in "Vroom, vroom, make the cars go"?
- Les: As in "Vroom, vroom, leave the practice and play some golf."
- Dennis Finch: Well, well. We meet again. Say, why don't we hit the town later?
- Woman: I have plans.
- Dennis Finch: Well, you might wanna change them.
- Woman: Why's that?
- Dennis Finch: Let's just say I put my pants on three legs at a time.
- Woman: Excuse me?
- Dennis Finch: I mean, why settle for an ukelele when you can play the cello?
- Woman: Are you having some sort of breakdown?
- Dennis Finch: You're right, I'm sorry. I must not be thinking straight. Maybe it's because not enough blood is getting to my brain because it's all rushing to my ridiculously large penis.