Amanda Jones: - You think I used you?
Keith: - Didn't you?
Amanda Jones: - I don't know... in a way.
Keith: - In a way? Amanda, there's only one you use someone - you either do or you don't.
Amanda Jones: - And you didn't use me? God, you hypocrite! What's hanging in that museum, huh? My soul? No, it's my face. You're using me to pay back every guy with more money and more power than you. Paint it in any colour you want. It's still you using me.
Watts: I think it's hip that you paint. I think it's hip that I drum. And it's perfect that we're friends.
Watts: Because I'm driving you crazy and you're driving me crazy and I'd rather not see you and have you think good things about me than have you see me and hate me. 'Cause I can't afford to have you hate me, Keith. The only things I care about in this goddamn life are me and my drums and you.
Watts: You couldn't score her in a million years. A, you're too shy and closed up to even approach her, and B, she'd kill you.
Amanda Jones: Look, uh, how this happened is as much of a mystery to me as it is to you. I'm not any more thrilled about it than you are. So, why don't you just stop giving me attitude, please?
Keith: I'm giving you attitude?
Amanda Jones: Yeah. Like on Friday, pulling that He-Man power play, about how I have to ask my friends for permission. I didn't appreciate it. I don't like being treated like that.
Keith: Well, it's true, isn't it?
Amanda Jones: At least I have friends.
Keith: Are you sure?
Ray: So you gotta hang around for an hour?
Watts: If I feel like it.
Ray: You know how much damage we could do to each other in an hour?
Watts: It's kind of a revolting thought, actually.
Ray: Really? What's revolting mean?
Watts: Oh, God. Get your hands off me, man.
Ray: Does that mean you wanna come over?