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Steven: The point is, I'm tall, handsome. I've gained weight. This is the beginning of a new era.
Jack: But come on, you're just the same guy you've always been, except now you have a short haircut and a martini mixer?
Steven: I'm the same guy? Well, okay, that's interesting. I guess old Steve would have done this then. grabs X-Men comic book and slowly tears it down the middle.
Jack: Dude! What the hell are you doing? I would have taken that!

Steven: Uh, you wanna come to a party tonight?
Red Headed Woman: I'm a senior.
Steven: Oh, that's cool...
Red Headed Woman: No, sweetie, that means I'm not coming to your party.

Rachel is having a panic attack and Marshall is trying to help
Marshall: It's gonna be alright. I'll distract you. I'm studying music. What's your major?
Rachel: I don't know yet.
Marshall: shocked You haven't picked a major yet?
Rachel: What are you trying to do to me?!?

Hal: Are you saying I'm wrong?
Ron: Well, not wrong, but definitely less right.

Lizzie and Steven are looking at fake coupons from her boyfriend, Eric.
Steven: "The bearer of this coupon is entitled to one gigantic smooch when Eric sees you." I think I'll hold on to this one.

Ron: I could buy a decent used car right now. Or an amazingly thorough prostitute.

Lizzie's phone rings
Ron: Hi, Eric.
Eric: Who the hell is this? Why are you answering Lizzie's phone?
Ron: She left it in our room. It's Ron. Hey.
Eric: What the hell was Lizzie doing in your room?
Ron: We were making sloppy love, Eric. It was heavenly.

Ron: How come there are beans in the bottom of this coffee?
Steven: Oh. Uh, the water must not have been hot enough. I had to use tap water.
Ron: Just for future reference, coffee beans don't dissolve.

Ron: Well if drinking alcohol doesn't kill disease then what the hell do those dogs have in those barrels.

Lloyd: Man, you Americans are such nancies about fighting. Back in the East End, you can't even finish a Yorkshire pudding without some guy—BAM—to the back of the head.
Ron and Marshall look confused
Lloyd: All right. Are you two men, or pretty little ladies?
Ron: Pretty lady right here.
Marshall: I'm a pretty lady.