Jonathan: It looks like you have your own serial killer.
Ray: At least he's helped with sales.

Ray: You're an idiot!
Jonathan: Thanks for understanding.

Ray: You can't do that. That's illegal.
Jonathan: I say that I'm not license. And that makes it more legal... ish.

I have a real phobia around my ass.

Jonathon: I can help people.
Ray: Are you delusional?

When I'm with her, I'm going to eat vegan, but when I'm not with her, I'm going to eat like an American.

(to Ray before his colonic) Don't be scared. It will a good experience for you, I promise. I am going to find all your treasures.

Yousef

Yousef: (looking at Jonathan's black eye then to Ray) Lovers quarrel?
Jonathan: Ummm...more or less.

Leah: I don't feel good about this. I don't want you to be a sperm donor.
Ray: But it's flattering. They're fans of my work. I've never had lesbian fans before.
Leah: They should go to a sperm bank. You can't just give your sperm to two girls you met in a cafe.
Ray: I met you in a cafe.

Ray: Okay. I'll trade you therapy for sex. It's been almost three weeks.
Leah: I think it's sweet you know how long it's been. (goes to Ray and hugs him)

Jonathan: Where's Ray?
Leah: He's in the bathroom masturbating.
Jonathan: What?
Ray: I'm almost done. Just three more tugs.

Jonathan: Leah has kids, and you guys have been together for a while.
Ray: Yeah, but that is terrible. Those kids pay me no respect. They call me fat... and hairy. You know, they could lose a few pounds themselves.