“Bring mine unopened, with a napkin and an opener. (Blaine)What? Afraid I’m going to spit in it, big boy? (Aimee)”

“It’s a Belgian beer, sweetie. Please tell me you’ve at least heard of it. (Blaine)Boy, I was born in Brussels and the last time I checked, this was my new homeland, America, not my birthplace. So you can either order an American-made beer or I’ll bring you water and you can sit there and act all superior until you puke, okay? (Aimee)”

“Looks like I’m going to ruin your day, Big Boy. I choose to live my crappy life a little longer. (Susan)”

“And she was just leaving. (Xedrix)Not yet, I’m not. (Aimee)Yes, you are. Adios. There’s the door. Doorknob twists to the left. The hinges open in. You should use them. Keep them working. Keep you breathing. (Xedrix)”

“What was that action? (Aimee)Chuck Norris meets Jet Li. (Dev)”

“Does your manager know that you talk to your customers like this? (Blaine)If you’d like to talk to my mother, who owns this bar, my overindulgent brother, who manages it, or my father, who delights in kicking everyone’s ass around, about your treatment by me, just let me know and I’ll be more than happy to go get one of them for you. I know they’d just love to waste their time dealing with you. They’re real understanding that way. (Aimee)”

“Because if I don’t, Fang will die. (Aimee)Are you high? (Dev)No. (Aimee)C’mon, Aim, admit it. Heavy amounts of drugs are involved here. (Dev)”