Julian Mercer: I knew you'd smell good.
Erica: It's just... soap.
Harry Sanborn: Some people consider rap poetry.
Erica Barry: C'mon, how many words can you rhyme with bitch?
Harry Sanborn: I can't get past your damn turtleneck.
Erica Barry: Cut it off!
Marin: We know this about me. I'm just not cut out for this kind of drama.
Erica Barry: I think it's the drama in life that makes you strong.
Marin: You always say things like that!
I'm like the dumb girl that doesn't get it. I've never been the dumb girl before. It ain't so great.Erica Barry
I got you something GREAT at the farmstand.Zoe
[after kissing Julian] Good. That's very good.Erica Barry
Erica Barry: Wait. You're leaving, Zoe's leaving, the entourage is leaving. You mean I'm going to be alone in this house... with HIM?
Marin: Well, the hospital's sending over a nurse first thing in the morning.
Erica Barry: In the morning? That's like 19 hours from now!
Julian Mercer: Look who's answering the door!
Harry Sanborn: Look who's at the door!
Harry Sanborn: I think I'm entering into another phase with this thing. I'm mad at you.
Erica Barry: I think I'm mad at you too.
Harry Sanborn: Good, because I don't LIKE thinking about you all the time and worrying about how you are...
Erica Barry: You... worry about ME?
Harry Sanborn: Yes, honey. The schmuck, who deserves to die, worries about you. Sometimes worrying about you feels like a full-time job.
Erica Barry: Well I'm doing just fine, so you don't have to work that shift anymore!
Harry Sanborn: I love ya.
Erica Barry: Well, I love you too! If that's what you said. I don't know if it ends in a 'ya' if it's a true 'I love you.'
Harry Sanborn: You're not like anybody.
Erica Barry: I do like sex!
Harry Sanborn: You certainly do.