Dallas: "Honestly, can you imagine George dressed in hot pants and holding an ax?"
Javier: "I mean, you just put the image in my head, so, yes I can."
George: "Excuse me, sir, do you have a printout of the calorie count for these entrees?"
Waiter: "We most certainly do not."
George: "Oh--ok, well can you at least ask the kitchen how much butter they intend to put in this pan-seared salmon? I mean, you think you're ordering something healthy because it's a fish and then by the time they sneak all that butter in there, you've got this like--"
Waiter: "I'll go check on the undercover butter agenda."
Dallas: "George, what's up? You just seem a little…annoying."
George: "I'm just trying to shred up, you know? I've got my big photo shoot in a couple of days, so."
Fred: "This is it. Moments from now, I'll know whether or not I'm too sexy for my shirt. Which I suspect I am not."
Noah: "It's only because it's a pretty sexy shirt."
Fred: "Well thank you. It's rayon!"
Jenna: "Dalia. Haven't you died of syphilis yet?"
Dalia: "Are you calling me a slut?"
Jenna (to Tessa): "I'm actually impressed she got the inference."
Dalia: "I didn't. But greasy losers usually call girls like me sluts."
Lisa: "I'm actually a little nervous about open mic night, I mean, a cappella scatting is pretty much the rawest form of human expression there is."
Dalia: "I know."