- Sophie: I buy vintage clothes and then I sell them. Unless I really like them, then I keep'em for myself.
- Lucas Varela: So, you basically shop for yourself for a living, as a job?
- Lucas Varela: You know that whole thing that, like, you can't love somebody unless you love yourself thing? I mean it's bullshit. Being there for somebody else, when you're down, that's fucking real love.
- Frank: You're not happy here. You're not happy in Reno. You're not happy anywhere, Lucas. It's you. *You're* not happy.
- Lucas Varela: I just wanted to blow up on him so that I had this like... second chance to reconnect with him.
- Lucas Varela: How did he die?
- [takes a drag of cigarette]
- Jane: Lung cancer.
- Lucas Varela: [exhales the smoke] Nice.
- Frank: How about some whiskey, Baby Face?
- Lucas Varela: Grandpa likes to party, huh?
- Frank: Grandpa thinks that you can't hold your liquor when you call a single glass of whiskey partying.