Dixon: I'm really sorry.
Harry: Me too. I thought you were better than this.

Harry: Did you pick up the dry cleaning?
Deb: Hey, I'm fine. Day was fine. Thanks for asking.

Harry: How could you do that?
Naomi: I never thought it would go this far.

Three letters, WTF, spring to mind... what the frick just happened?

I've barely exchanged 10 words with Kelly since we realized she had a crush on me... since you realized she had a crush on me.

Annie: You're not gonna tell any stupid jokes during dinner, right?
Harry: When you say stupid, you mean hilarious, right?

Debbie: Can we get some details?
Harry: Dirty deets, as the kids say?

Harry: I know you're upset with your mom.
Dixon: Whatever. It's not like she's my real mom.

What is it the kids say? Awwwwkward!

I like Deb way more than she likes me.

Kelly: What vices did you have?
Harry: Huge barbecue chicken problem.

Harry: What about the Principal Boxer Shorts nickname?
Annie: You should have worn a robe.
Harry: In my own bedroom?


Naomi: You stole me away from your roommate.
Jaime: At least that was based on something honest.

I don't care about penetrating PJ's compound.