Judith: Do you want a cigarette?
Adam: No thanks. I'm a big fan of lungs.
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Danny: Why are you planting cabbage? Isn't that like...already cabbage?
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Adam: I wasn't listening. I was looking at you.
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Joan: So many people pray to see you. If only they knew...
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Joan: So what I was growing...
Loner Loser Kid (God): Grew.
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Garbage Man (God): This can be recycled. Do I have to make a new Earth every seven days?
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Joan: I just had this whole fantasy..how we would come together nd be like this one person with a lot of heads...That sounds kinda freaky, but you know what I meant.
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(Luke and Grace are doing sit-ups in gym class)
Grace: Are you fondling my ankles?
Luke: Yes. I am.
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Grace: I'll catch you later...I'm gonna go...run with scissors.
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Luke: Joan, I already claimed the last pop tart!
Joan: Not unless you put your name on it freakazoid!
Luke: Look...L-U-K-E clearly displayed in red permanent marker.
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Grace: So basically you're saying what?
Luke: I'm willing to wait...
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Sammy: Try not to mate during business hours, Miss Girardi.
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Grace: My dad found out that Judith ended up in the hospital; now he thinks I'm being tainted by the heathen shiksa.
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Joan: And this is supposed to inspire me? The Charlie Brown Christmas Tree of metaphors?
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Joan: Friedman. The kiss meant nothing. She (Judith) was drunk.
Friedman: You sweet naive child.
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Glynis: If you're concerned that working with me will be awkward, I can assure you I've moved on. And on...and on...
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Loner Loser Kid (God): It's like, uh, everybody has something better to do. Until they're on a plane, and then they're all over me.
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Luke: I mean, basically, I've been asking for a total regime change in your public and personal life. But you know what? I looked up every major political revolution in the last hundred years, and not even the most violent ones were sudden. You know, they built up over years of dissatisfaction and unrest.
Grace: Did you make a special effort not to use a science metaphor?
Luke: I'm trying to expand my range.
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Ms. Lischak: Indeterminacy, my warriors! Who will catch a cold? Who will stumble and fall along the dusty path?
(Grace trips Friedman)
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Loner Loser Kid (God): These pants are really comfy.
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