Nick: If anyone is getting raped in that van, it'll be a guy.
Norah: I will not be a goody bag at your pity party, Nick.
Nick: You don't know what it's like to be straight, OK? It's... awful.
Norah: Unlock the door, bitch.
Drunk Guy in Yugo: I love you so much, it's retarded.
Nick: Why would you buy these pants?
Norah: It reminds me of this part of Judaism that I really like. It's called Tikun Olam. It says that the world's been broken into pieces and it's everybody's job to find them and put them back together again.
Nick: Well maybe we're the pieces. Maybe we are not supposed to find the pieces. Maybe we are the pieces.
Norah: Nick? I'm coming in.
Thom: Since when does a queen need an excuse to sing?
Nick: You don't have to yell. It's not a train station. We're in a tiny car.
Nick: I never wash my pants. I like to keep the night on them.