- Nina Van Horn: How about this? Your feet will float on the street...
- Maya Gallo: You've pitched that same thing to Calvin Klein.
- Nina Van Horn: At least I'm plugging away, which is more than can be said of those hedgerows you call eyebrows.
- Jack Gallo: That's enough.
- Maya Gallo: Well, at least I'm not thin and tall. Wait a minute...
- Dennis Finch: Call her a drunken skeleton. It's a classic for a reason.
- Nina Van Horn: Shut up, you little pygmy.
- Dennis Finch: Pygmies are great warriors, so thanks for the compliment, complimenter.
- Maya Gallo: This is how it should be, us getting together.
- Nina Van Horn: Much like your forehead and chin getting together, you thimble-headed freak.
- Jack Gallo: Well, I'm off.
- Elliot DiMauro: You're not sticking around?
- Jack Gallo: Of course not. I'm not the one with the problem. And even if I was, who cares? I'm the boss.
- Dennis Finch: Holy crap! There are cameras on the elevators? Are they on all the time? Even at night?
- Nina Van Horn: Relax. We all know what you do in there.
- Jack Gallo: You four are always at each other's throats! The snide comments, the yelling, the back biting... This place is turning into the Vatican!
- Elliot DiMauro: What?
- Jack Gallo: They can't fool me. I know what goes on in there.
- Dr. Drake Kelson: I want to do an exercise. We're going to be a car. Dennis, you make revving noises; Maya, you go put-put; Elliot, you make screeching noises; and Nina, you be the horn. Ready? We're a car, now!
- [they make the noises]
- Dr. Drake Kelson: Stop! That was horrible. Why? Because you're not working together. Because you're not communicating.
- Elliot DiMauro: [raises hand] How can we communicate better?
- Dennis Finch: After that, can we figure out how to remove his lips from your ass?
- Dr. Drake Kelson: I have to make it look like there's a big problem to solve, and that's you.
- Elliot DiMauro: But I'm the one who suggested the therapy in the first place!
- Dr. Drake Kelson: You wore a beret. You were asking for it.
- Elliot DiMauro: Monday's beret day.