- Skyler Dayton: Look at Harold. He's always put together. Sophisticated... academic... with a flair.
- Harold March: I can't take all the credit. My personal shopper is a gay.
- [first lines]
- Rob: Morning.
- Katrina: Hi, Rob. Um, blueberry muffin and an orange juice, right?
- Rob: Yeah. I've only been here once; how do you remember my order? And my name?
- Katrina: Well, I, um, have a photographic memory. It's not like I followed you out of here and down to your office yesterday like some crazy stalker.
- [laughs wildly]
- Rob: Well, here you go. Thanks.
- Katrina: Here. Uh, hope you sell a lot of copiers.
- Rob: How do you know I sell copiers?
- Katrina: You sell copiers? Wow, that's so weird. It's just an expression I use.
- Harold: Like they say: reach for the stars.
- Stuart Miller: Thanks, Harold.
- Harold: Which, when you think of it, is insane. You're not even tall enough to change a light bulb.
- [last lines]
- [they are in bed]
- Stuart Miller: Wow!
- Katrina: Yeah. Sorry about the spurs.
- Stuart Miller: No problem. Happy birthday.
- Katrina: Thanks. This won't be weird at work tomorrow, will it?
- Stuart Miller: Absolutely.
- Katrina: Yeah.