- Steve: I haven't been sleeping too well, but that's what weed's for, right?
- Christy: Actually I can't smoke weed, or drink. I'm sober.
- Steve: Oh, wow, so, how's that working for you?
- Christy: Well, it's great, except for when your dad dies, and you feel sad, and you want to take a drink to make you not feel sad, but you can't drink so you're sad, which is just... sad.
- Steve: I'd like to say I know what you mean, but I've been so baked since the funeral I can hardly even see you.
- Steve: [to Christy] Sorry about Cameron, I'd like to say he's kind of been a douche since Dad died but, the truth is he's *always* kind of been a douche.
- Christy: [Bonnie and Marjorie are arguing over a chair at AA] Mom, it's just a chair.
- Bonnie: IT IS NOT JUST A CHAIR! EVERYTHING I LOVE HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY FROM ME: MY CHILDHOOD, MY HOME, MY DRUGS AND ALCOHOL, AND *NOW* ALVIN.
- [to Marjorie]
- Bonnie: NOW LISTEN TO ME, OLD LADY, I'VE DRAWN A LINE IN THE SAND AND THAT LINE IS THIS CHAIR, NOW MOOOOOOOOVE!
- [Marjorie slides over to the next chair, Bonnie comes down several notches]
- Bonnie: Thank you.
- [sits down]
- Bonnie: Dammit, now I have to pee.
- [stands up and drags the chair behind her]