For relaxing times... make it Suntory time.

Bob

Charlotte: That was the worst lunch.
Bob: So bad. What kind of restaurant makes you cook your own food?

[after director goes off on long tirade in Japanese]
Ms. Kawasaki: He want you to turn and look in camera. Okay?
Bob: Is that all he said?

Premium Fantasy woman: Mr. Kazu sent me, premium fantasy. My stockings. Rip them. [sounds like "lip them"]
Bob: [silent, confused]
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip my stockings. Yes, please, rip them.
Bob: What?
Premium Fantasy woman: Rip them. HEY! Rip my stocking!
Bob: Hey? Lip them? Lip them? What?

Oh Mr. Harris! Don't touch me! Mr. Bob Harris! Just rip my stocking!

Premium Fantasy woman

I don't get that close to the glass until I'm on the floor.

Bob

You want more mysterious? I'll just try and think, "Where the hell's the whiskey?"

Bob

Stills Photographer: You know double-O-7?
Bob: He drinks martinis, but all right.

Why do you have to point out how stupid everyone is all the time?

John

Lydia Harris: [on the phone] Is this a bad time?
Bob: [pauses] No, it's always a good time.

Lydia Harris: The burgundy carpet is out of stock: it's going to take 12 weeks. Did you like any of the other colors?
Bob: Whatever you like ... I'm just completely lost.
Lydia Harris: It's just carpet.
Bob: That's not what I'm talking about.
Lydia Harris: What are you talking about?
Bob: I don't know. I just want to... get healthy. I would like to start taking better care of myself. I'd like to start eating healthier ... I don't want all that pasta. I would like to start eating, like, Japanese food.
Lydia Harris: Well, why don't you just stay there and you can have it every day?
Bob: [biting his tongue] How are the kids doing?

Lydia Harris: Do I need to worry about you, Bob?
Bob: Only if you want to.

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