Nick: Here's to our worst days.
Pete: And the better ones ahead.

Who actually ever says "mild mannered?"

Zoe

I don't trust him one little bit. His eyes are too close together.

Zoe

Nick: I accidently pressed the panic button on my new fancy, shmancy phone. It's like a super computer.
Pete: I told him it was too complicated for him.
Nick: You can take over the world with this damn thing.
Pete: He just got rid of his landline.
Nick: I mean it even takes pictures.

Pete: Eesh. Kitty's got claws.
Nick: She ain't no Kitty.

Lisa: What's the "D" stand for though? Nicky Defense? Nicky Do-Right? Nicky Donut?
Zoe: Nicky Dice? Nicky Danger.
Pete: Nicky Doofus.

Zoe: What do you think Nick was like as an employee and not a boss?
Pete: Quieter, less yell-ey.

I don't know if the guilty run, but only the innocent return.

Nick

The desert? C'mon, man, don't be a Vegas cliché.

Nick

Pete: She is way too hot for him. Girls that hot don't go for anyone less than an eight.
Nick: What are you talking about? How about a guy with charm, or humor, or girth?

Email is way too impersonal. You need to text her. But only after you Facebook stalk. You know, see if she commented on the date, or if there is pictures of her with other guys making out.

Zoe

Pete: What are you doing? You called her didn't you?
Nick: Maybe. Maybe, yeah I left her message or two. Two messages.
Pete: Nicky.
Nick: C'mon this is complicated. Don't call her. Call her. Texting, Facebook, intersect.