S01E05, The Script and the Sherpa
Turtle: Do you guys not see the problem here? Vince said she was staying a couple of nights, all right? A couple's two.
Drama: Except in Utah.
Drama: I don't trust that New Age bullshit.
Turtle: Me neither. Even if it is attached to an ass like that.
Josh: Yanks are playing the Angels Tuesday. I've got the company box if you wanna roll with. Got the gals from The L Word coming. Trust me, they're only acting.
Drama: Look, she's already got him wearing cloth shoes.
Vince: These are my slippers, idiot.
Drama: How'd she look?
Turtle: Good enough to eat I bet, huh?
Drama: Too bad Vince can't eat animal products anymore.
Drama: Did you see the picture of the swami in the bathroom?
Vince: It's her guru.
Drama: Yea, well I don't like the way he looks at me when I'm pissin.
Turtle: Look if you ever need anything, you know, concert tickets, pedicure, full-body massage...
Christy: How about a stun gun?
Drama: You didn't call bank shot.
Turtle: I did too. You didn't hear me.
Drama: You got to learn to project.
Turtle: You know, you hire a vocal coach and you become a real asshole.
Fiona: Come on, there's plenty of protein in mung-beans.
Ari: No, no, I'm talking about real protein. I mean like man protein, you know, from the flesh of slaughtered animals. I wanna have war paint and I want blood dripping. That's what I need.
Fiona: Have you seen a video of a slaughterhouse, Ari?
Vince: Meat is murder.
Ari: Even broccoli screams when you rip it from the ground.
Eric: Yeah, well I read it. You didn't even know about it.
Ari: Oh, I knew about it. You think that you knew about it and I didn't know about it? You think there's anything in this fucking universe that you know about that I don't know about?
Vince: You know what? With all due respect, I grew up a block from where this script takes place, in a shitty little apartment with five brothers and sisters and a psychotically drunk father. I am this part.
Scott: Yes, but you know that even the truth sometimes seems fake, right?
Eric: What is this stuff? Is it wheat or is it grass?
Vince: Whatever, it's good for you.
Drama: Nah, I don't trust this shit. I lived on this stuff in '93. By the end of the year I was sleeping standing up.