- Sophie: See you later, Daisy. Happy birthday.
- Daisy Steiner: [sweetly] Yeah. Bye, Sophie. Bye-bye.
- [after Sophie leaves]
- Daisy Steiner: What a bitch.
- Daisy Steiner: How are you feeling this morning?
- Tim: Very rough, actually. I swear to God I will never drink again...until lunchtime.
- Daisy Steiner: Very wise.
- Tim: Mmm. So how does it feel to be twenty-six?
- Daisy Steiner: Uh...a bit gas-y.
- Tim: Oh, well, you're getting old. You'd be dead in four years. If this was "Logan's Run."
- Daisy Steiner: Ah, that would be terrible.
- Tim: I know. I look like a twat in a jumpsuit.
- Daisy Steiner: Don't say that, Tim. That's a word that hates women.
- Tim: What? "Twat"?
- Daisy Steiner: No, "jumpsuit."
- Tim: Oh.
- Daisy Steiner: Marsha -
- [slow motion shot of falling wineglass]
- Daisy Steiner: We're not really -
- [slow motion shot of falling wineglass]
- Daisy Steiner: - a couple.
- [the wineglass hits the floor and shatters.]
- Marsha Klein: I can't believe you lied to me after all this time. I bought you a present for your anniversary. Both of 'em!
- [Tim, Daisy, Mike, and Brian are gathered outside the restaurant]
- Tim: What are we going to do?
- Mike: We could go clubbing.
- Tim: I mean about Marsha, Mike! We've potentially destroyed her faith in the integrity of today's youth.
- [the whole group looks at Tim quizzically]
- Tim: [correcting himself] - young adults.
- Daisy Steiner: We've got to pull together, or else we're going to lose everything.
- Mike: Clubbing it is, then!