Now that I've told my brother, that juicy bit of news is going to spread like herpes.

We find Oliver. He makes a very dumb joke. Chloe gets out of the hospital, I make fun of her to her face.

It's the usual you know. My client's a great guy. He loves puppies. He's innocent.

Gail: Holly, I'm a police officer.
Holly: That doesn't mean you've got to go out there and put yourself in danger.
Gail: Yeah, it kind a does.

The king of the dorks has found his queen. The nerd empire can rejoice.

Dov: So what do you think? Flight or fight?
Gail: Neither. This guy looks like a weeper.

Oliver: Does this house look weird to you?
Gail: We're in suburbia. Every house looks weird to me.

You are the bad guy. You, Ms Perfect never hurt a fly McNally are the bad guy. And look at it, it's just killing you.

Let me just be clear here. This date's not going very well for you but I'm going to stay and enjoy this festive latte and then I'm going to go home. Alone. Because there's not enough alcohol in the world to get me in bed with you.

Traci: Getting back on that horse sounds a little exhausting.
Gail: You could make my brother the horse.
Traci: Gail, that's disgusting.
Gail: You're telling me.

Holly: I used to be like that but it turns out I didn't like men.
Gail: Well, I don't think I like men either.
Holly: I mean I'm a lesbian.
Gail: Oh, I mean I hate people.

Perik: You're taller than I remember.
Gail: Well I guess it's hard to gauge a person's height when they're tied to a table.