- Gretta: I told you, I write songs from time to time.
- Dan: What do you write them for?
- Gretta: What do you mean what for? For my pleasure. And for my cat.
- Dan: Oh really? Does he like them?
- Gretta: She. Yes, she seems to.
- Dan: How do you know?
- Gretta: Because she purrs.
- Dan: Maybe she's booing.
- Gretta: No, she purrs at Leonard Cohen, too, and she has very good taste.
- Dan: Maybe she's fucking with you.
- Dan: Musicians for the most part are monosyllabic teenagers who really don't have a whole lot to say.
- Miriam Hart: No girls like her, she is distant, and basically the only people that want to hang out with her are older boys who want to fuck her.
- Dan: Oh really? And you find that a big surprise? You let her walk out of the house looking like, fuck, Jodie Foster from Taxi Driver.
- Miriam Hart: She dresses the way she wants to. And besides, any daughter who dresses like that only wants one thing.
- Dan: A pimp?
- Dave: But we're just gonna have to find a way to get through this, get through this together.
- Greta: When did you, like, when did you realize that?
- Dave: When you sang to me on my voice mail. I realized that nobody on Earth in their right mind would ever do anything remotely like that, and... that killed me. That crushed me. You... completely won me over.
- Greta: You know, I wasn't actually trying to win you over. I was trying to tell you to fuck off.