"Yeah. What are we doing, exactly?"

"Do I honor my truth as a starving author, or do I return to the world I've scorned? What did Publisher's Weekly say about my book?"

"See? I told you! We're alphas! f*ck yeah! f*ck yeah. Hey, uh, don't show that video to Gilfoyle."

"Did you get my messages? \n\n Uh... Messaging's stalling, too. \n\n I sent you guys photos of three different outfits. Did you hate them all? Wha... What's wrong? \n\n Uh, no. Definitely the second one. I like the second one. \n\n You really think a white guy can wear that and get away with it? \n\n Definitely. \n\n No. \n\n You know what? You're right. f*ck political correctness. I'm looking at four guys that f*ck!"

"You said that this would be an hour. \nWell, we're just running a little over. \nYeah, with the lights, and the machines, and the sound equipment, how is this ever gonna be an hour? \nYou're acting hysterical, all right? We'll have plenty of time to write this... \nYeah, you know what? You know what? Do your... your little interview. I'll just write the book myself, okay? \nWell, if you could you would, but you can't. You're stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you. \nWhoa, whoa, whoa... That's what Florian says to Claudette outside the cheese cave! \nOh my God! That's our third act! \nThird act! \nYes! Okay, go, put the kettle on."

"Are you? Most electricity still comes from gas plants and coal-burning smoke stacks. Do you know where your electricity comes from?"

"Are you playing PeaceFare? Yeah. I just gave an orphan her first calculator."

"Oh, it's okay, I got my phone."

"That's ironic, huh? No, for real, I'm asking. Is it?"

"I don't know. I was just smiling."

"Go for Erlich."

"I think we need to talk about getting some shwaaaaaaaaag."