- [first lines]
- Melanie Moretti: Hey!
- Elka Ostrovsky: Oh, how was the farmers' market?
- Melanie Moretti: Weird.
- Joy Scroggs: In L.A. a farmers' market means sushi, pâté and chilladas.
- Victoria Chase: This is just a bunch of stuff... grown by farmers.
- Alex: I don't watch that much television.
- Victoria Chase: Of course not; it doesn't have a mirrored surface.
- Melanie Moretti: Well, my mum hasn't let me leave the house since she got here. My childhood all over again. She just wants me to stay at home. And eat. I was raised like a veal.
- Victoria Chase: That's better than being raised by a ham. Who tries to pork everybody.
- Joy Scroggs: I keep telling you people never change. That's why, instead of confronting *my* mom, I've consumed an entire bottle of wine.
- Victoria Chase: You don't seem that drunk.
- Joy Scroggs: Oh, we English never do. The alcohol is neutralized by our bottled-up anger.
- [last lines]
- Alex: Ah, good evening. Couldn't sleep. Perhaps I'll have some hot milk.
- Elka Ostrovsky: I couldn't either. I, I wanted to finish this, but my bedazzler keeps getting stuck.
- Alex: Maybe I can help; let me see.
- [he puts his arms round her reaching for the bedazzler]
- Alex: Hey.
- Elka Ostrovsky: Really? Do you think I'm just another one of these silly women who can't resist your dime-store charm?
- Alex: My apologies.
- Elka Ostrovsky: I didn't say stop!