Monte: AGGH! God, you're alive! I thought that rabbit was eating your head.
Lucy: You know perfectly well, new sex is like crack.
James: You're going to have to take that rag off your face if you expect her to read your lips.
Vivian: She can read my tits!
Vivian: The simple plan is, no one in this room is going to have sex with anyone else in this room. We'll be platonic... like our parents.
Vivian: You don't just make out with someone in a meat locker who you're indifferent to.