Debbie: Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about last night.
Danny: Well, what an amazing coincidence. That's what I'm calling about: last night
Debbie: I was pretty drunk last night. Did anything happen?
Danny: No, absolutely nothing. Want to do it again? I mean, would you like to meet me for a drink?
Debbie: I'm awfully sorry.
Danny: We picked up the phone at the same time. I think that's a sign.
Debbie: It was a fluke. Last night was a fluke.
Danny: Listen, meet me at Mother's at six o'clock. Don't take me for granted cause I'll only wait four or five hours.
Joan: Me?
Bernie: Yeah. For a living.
Joan: I'm a neurosurgeon. You?
Bernie: Uh, I'm a professional boxer. Know much about fighting?
Joan: No.
Bernie: I'm the heavyweight champion of the world.
Joan: Well, it's nice to meet you, champ, but I gotta go.
Debbie: It's a conspiracy... Just to throw you off balance. You want know something else? We went out with older guys in high school just to make you jealous.
Danny: I knew that, too. Come on, what else?
Debbie: Well, our girlfriends are all really lesbian lovers. Every one of them.
Danny: You must hate us, as a race. Don't you?
Debbie: Yes, we do. Tell me one.
Danny: What? A secret?
Debbie: Yeah.
Danny: I don't have any secrets. What you see is what you get.
Debbie: I like this place.
Danny: Place? Come on, this is a joint!
Debbie: Oh.
Danny: I mean, nothing fancy, but a real first-class joint.
Guy: Joan, what's for breakfast?
Joan: Egg McMuffin. Corner of Broadway and Belmont.
Danny: Not particularly. Not tonight.
Joan: It's collapsing. Or hadn't you noticed?
Danny: I live in a pretty good neighborhood.
Joan: I give you two months.
Debbie: No, it was kinda sleazy, and now it's kinda over.
Danny: Yeah.
Debbie: You are. You're the best.
Danny: I bet you say that to all your guys.
Debbie: Yeah, and they believe it.
Joan: That is very telling. On your instruction, I am to rend and torture myself anally. Is that what you're into? Does Deborah know about this?
Danny: Yeah, you're right. I don't. We gave it our best shot, and it didn't work out, but we tried.
Danny: What do you think my responses are programmed? You think I'm a- a replicant?