Rafi Gardet:
You let me talk to you about his penis?
Lisa Metzger:
Trust me, that was *harder* for me than it was for you.
Bubbie:
[
flashback to her introduction to David's then-girlfriend] Are you black?
David Bloomberg:
We're gonna have vacation sex tonight!
Rafi Gardet:
...What is vacation sex?
David Bloomberg:
I don't know, but you're gonna get it, girl. Argh!
David Bloomberg:
[
dog barks at David and pepper spray is sprayed in his eyes from the collar] Ahhhh!
Rafi Gardet:
Oh, my God! Are you OK?
David Bloomberg:
I think I'm blind.
Rafi Gardet:
Oh no, looks like we're going to have to call the pediatrician!
David Bloomberg:
[
speaking to the doorman of Rafi's building who is very serious] Can I handshake? High five? Thumbs up? Smile? No? Ah, we'll get there.
David Bloomberg:
[
lying in bed, making love] I want to make a baby with you.
Rafi Gardet:
I can't. I can't do this to you. You don't want to.
David Bloomberg:
You want to. It's what you want so I want it.
Rafi Gardet:
But you don't. You would regret it.
David Bloomberg:
I want to give you this gift.
Rafi Gardet:
I know. And it's the sweetest gift anyone has every given me. The fact that you are willing to do this for me shows how deep your love goes. That's the gift I'm taking from you instead.
Rafi Gardet:
His penis is so beautiful I just want to knit it a hat.
Sue:
The weird thing was that there was nothing in his bathroom. Just like, 20 boxes of Q-tips.
Rafi Gardet:
Did you ever think I would have been so satisfied sexually?
Lisa Metzger:
No, no, no, no, no, not like this.
Lisa Metzger:
He's my son.
Rafi Gardet:
Who?
Lisa Metzger:
And I didn't buy you Q-Tips because... I was trying to protect your ears!
David Bloomberg:
I'm 23.
Rafi Gardet:
No, you're not. I don't believe you. Let me see the license... Oh, my God! You're a child. Taxi! I have t-shirts older than you.
David Bloomberg:
In my family they don't drink anything. It's like Salt Lake City. They'll have maybe a sip of wine every Friday night, on the Sabbath. That's it though. And it's Manischewitz.
Rafi Gardet:
I've never had that.
David Bloomberg:
My mom keeps the wine in the fridge. We'll still be drinking it three months later.
Rafi Gardet:
A good Chardonnay can last...
David Bloomberg:
It's red.
Rafi Gardet:
[
to David] By the way, things to avoid: beginning sentences with 'my mom... '
Rafi Gardet:
This just smells of "pool boy at Sandal's Resort."
David Bloomberg:
I gotta tell you, you are making me nervous in way I am not familiar with.
Rafi Gardet:
How old are you?
David Bloomberg:
No, I don't speak Vietnamese. Why do you ask?
Rafi Gardet:
Are you being evasive?
David Bloomberg:
I'm trying.
Morris:
Even I can see that it's not that you went out, it's who you went out with. It's like learn-your-fucking-lesson day around here.
Rafi Gardet:
David, who are your roommates?
Blanch:
[
calls from upstairs] Is that you David?
David Bloomberg:
...Yes, go to sleep grandma.
Rafi Gardet:
[
falls to the floor in silent laughter, whispering] Oh no!
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