Oh come on, you're hilarious. Funny, is that what you think this is, Eric? You are late to be sentenced for vehicular manslaughter and driving while intoxicated, yet you come in here reeking of booze and breath mints and wearing the same damn clothes you passed out in.


Theresa: Well, next time you don't know where to turn, just remember: NOT HERE!

Philip: I sat here watching you sleep, trying to wrack my brain for some way to make up for what I've done.
Victor: Well, then you'd have to go back on time, change every stupid decision you've made.

John: He's just a couple of minutes late.
Roman: He's being sentenced this morning. Judges hate waiting. They punish people for making them wait. Eric could pay bigtime for being just a few minutes late.

Can I get you anything, like a cab ride home?


Remember when you did htis to me? Remember? Hmm?


I was supposed to be better than this.


I'm not worried. Ben's not a problem for me anymore.


Chad: Is he still sleeping?
Abby: Yeah, he is. He's out like a light.

Okay, well, this is now and I'm me. And I'm gone.


Incidentally, can you please stop looking at me like that whenever you see me?


I know I made a terrible mistake. And I need you, Ben.