Chaz:
This isn't a dress, this is a sequined sensation.
Nelson Moss:
[
throws his cell phone in a sink full of water] Marry me!
[
throws his watch]
Nelson Moss:
Marry me! Sarah.
Sara:
What are you doing?
Nelson Moss:
Buying redemption.
Sara:
Redemption's not for sale today.
Nelson Moss:
What are you doing?
Sara:
Taking your shirt off.
Nelson Moss:
Why?
Sara:
Because you smell like puppy pee.
Sara:
You know, he asked me to marry him.
Chaz:
He's not the first...
Sara:
No, but it was the first time I wanted to say "Yes".
Nelson Moss:
Why a month?
Sara:
Because it's long enough to be meaningful, but short enough to stay out of trouble.
Sara:
You're my immortality Nelson.
Sara:
Nelson do you want to be my November.
Nelson:
Yes.
Nelson:
Wow. Wow. Very, uh, Pink Flamingos.
Chaz:
Oh my god. Sweetheart! He says I look like Divine!
[
Brandon comes in with a tray wearing a dress]
Brandon:
Ugh! That's awful. Although you could lose a few pounds.
Chaz:
Stop it.
Brandon:
You stop it.
Chaz:
Bitch.
Nelson:
November is all I know, and all I ever wanna know.
Nelson:
You defy every law of nature I've ever known.
Nelson:
This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.
Sara:
What are you more afraid of: spending more than two consecutive nights with the same woman, or finding out this thing might not be as crazy as it seems?
Chaz:
Very impressive set of pecs you've got there Nelson. You work out then? Me, I haven't got time. Your pecs on the other hand, darling, are just edible.
Chaz:
Did you change the beans or something?
Sara:
Yep, it's hazelnut. You don't like it?
Chaz:
Honestly, it tastes like camel piss. Lets stick to the classics in future.
Vince Holland:
Hey, uh, quick order, uh, one cappuccino to go.
Rachel, Coffee Shop Waitress:
Uh, quick answer, no quick orders.
Chaz:
Three hours sleep last night. Took Valerian root, melatonin, the Shoping Channel. You know what did the trick in the end?
Sara:
What?
Chaz:
Jimmy Cagney. Public Enemy. Violence is a tranquiliser. How twisted is that.
Chaz:
I do believe that is my favourite sweatshirt I see.
Sara:
Uh huh.
Chaz:
You must be November.
Nelson Moss:
I must be November?
Sara:
That's Nelson.
Chaz:
Hey Nelson, how are you? I'm Chaz.
Nelson Moss:
Hey.
Chaz:
You know what? Keep the sweatshirt. It looks better on you.
Nelson Moss:
Is this some kind of uh, communal, culty, squeaky charlie type a deal?
Chaz:
Now, don't forget, dinner is at eight. It's dressy because we are going to eat and we are going dancing.
Sara:
Wooh.
Chaz:
We're gonna see if Last of the Mohicans here's got rhythm.
Brandon:
A little lovin' from the oven. Cous cous for everyone.
Sara:
Wow. Did you make that?
Brandon:
Uh huh.
Chaz:
Excuse me. What did you just say?
Brandon:
Well making, buying, it's all a very thin line.
Nelson Moss:
Oh my god, you're Chaz Watley.
Brandon:
Oh look, baby's famous.
Chaz:
Don't even go there.
[
Waitress spills ice all over the table]
Waitress:
Oh, my, I'm so sorry. Excuse me. Thanks, that's okay.
Edgar Price:
Stop it. You know sweetie, we are what we do in this world, and you're a waitress. All that requires is that you bring the food to and from the table without making a mess. That's it. So when you screw up somthing as incredibly simple as that, doesn't say a whole hell of a lot about you does it.
Waitress:
I'm sor... I'm sorry.
Vince Holland:
If you gave her a penny for her thoughts, you'd get change.
Edgar Price:
They ought to fire her. I always say a bad hire strengthens the competition's hand. A good general feeds off his enemy.
Nelson Moss:
Actually, Sun Tsu said that last line. In The Art of War.
Nelson Moss:
Have you ever heard of Phalaenopsis Sunderiana. It reminded me of you.
Sara:
You got the job, didn't you?
Nelson Moss:
Best offer anyone ever made me,
Sara:
So when do you start?
Nelson Moss:
We had a little problem agreeing on that. He suggested immediately, I suggested... never.
Sara:
Never?
Nelson Moss:
Never.
Nelson Moss:
Try to be wrong once in a while. I'd do my ego good.
Nelson Moss:
[
Talking to himself about his advertising campaign] Number one dog, dog at the top.
Angelica:
Slow down, Fido. We need to talk.
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