- Bernard: [describing a party] Drinks were few and the people many... it was everything I expected and less.
- Manny: There's a girl.
- Bernard: A what? You know I don't approve of you seeing other girls- people. Who is she?
- Manny: Roweena, a friend of Anne's. I met her once and was hoping to meet her again.
- Bernard: Oh, I see.
- [Mockingly]
- Bernard: Roweena! Roweeeeena! And what am I supposed to do while you're doing the underpants charleston with this insane, blind tart?
- Manny: Why are you getting so angry?
- Bernard: I can't help being angry when I'm furious! So, before you go off to raise your bearded freak circus, what's she like?
- Manny: She's nice.
- Bernard: She's nice, she- dont make me sick into my own scorn. What are her prospects? Does she play the viola? Does she embroider? Is she kind to the servants?
- Manny: I don't know. All I know is I like her and there's a good chance that she likes me.
- Bernard: [Later] Well, we're going to this party because I'm trying to picture this girl who likes you and all I can see is you in a dress.
- Bernard: [to Manny] Right. We are going to this party, because I'm trying to picture the sort of girl who would be interested in you, and all I can see is you. In a dress.
- Bernard: I read your personal ad. That was good. 'Attractive, 30 something female, seeks solvent male for sex and possible friendship. Sense of humour irrelevant'.
- Bernard: What is this I'm drinking? It's like a choc ice fell into a bucket of Bleach... Childrens Booze!
- Manny: [having sworn to Fran that he won't tell Bernard his deceased ex-fiancée is still alive] She's alive! She's still alive! Fran told me! Fran knows her!
- Bernard: Is this true? How long have you known?
- Fran: A couple of years.
- Bernard: I don't believe you.
- Fran: She's in my phone. Look. That's her full name isn't it?
- Bernard: I don't believe you.
- Fran: This is photo of her and me at her last birthday. One of many she'll have, still being alive. These are her dental records. This is her birth certificate. I keep it safely tucked inside the envelope with a photo of her reading yesterday's newspaper and wearing an "I love life" t-shirt.
- Fran: Look Bernard, look at my new phone! Look, look, look, look, look! It's got web access, it's got a camera, it can do everything...
- Bernard: Daaggh! Can it stop boring conversations?
- Fran: No, none of them can do that.
- Bernard: Mine can.
- [Bernard picks up his phone receiver and speaks into it]
- Bernard: Shut up about your phone.
- Bernard: [using Fran's new mobile phone] Hello, can I speak to Emma please. Oh it's you. Yes it's me. How are you? I'm fine, I'm fine, actually no I'm not. I'm dead. Not so funny now is it?
- Bernard: Yeah, well, you know, frankly, you're doomed. You and all the Shire people are. Natural selection favors the loud and the aggressive. I don't mean this in a bad way, but genetically, you are a cul-de-sac.
- Bernard: I had a girlfriend actually, she died. Her name was Emma. You're talking about someone you barely know knocking you back. Big deal. We were supposed to be living together by now but instead I wake up every morning and look from my cornflakes and see your big, snaggle-toothèd head.