Ian: Golden Boy wants to see you.
Ian: He's got a new one.
Guitarist 1: Good night.
Guitarist 2: Good night.
Guitarist 3: Good night.
Emma: Have a good one.
Dexter: We were just kissing.
Emma: You were trying to fit her entire head in your mouth. People have enough trouble keeping the food down as it is. And what does she see in you, anyway?
Dexter: Well, she says I'm complicated.
Emma: You're just spoiled. I got offered the job of manager today. They told me they wanted someone who wasn't going anywhere.
Dexter: All right, Em, listen. I think you should take a bottle of tequila, I think you should walk out the door, and I don't think you need to ever come back.
Emma: But my job is my life.
Dexter: You can't throw away years of your life just because, well, you think it's funny.
Emma: My hair smells of cheese. Monterey Jack.
Dexter: Look, I thought you were writing poetry.
Emma: What, go where the money is? Tried that. Failed.
Dexter: You just can't see it, can you? Look, you're funny. You're attractive. You're smart. I mean, you're the smartest person I know.
Dexter: You are. You're attractive. You're sexy.
Dexter: What? Is that supposed to be sexist or something?
Emma: No, it's not sexist. It's just ridiculous.
Dexter: Em, listen. If I could just give you one gift, all right, one gift for the rest of your life, do you know what I'd give you? Confidence. It's either that or a scented candle. Come here.
Ian: Emma? So I've disinfected the meat fridge.
Emma: My hero. Thank you, Ian. See you tomorrow.
Dexter: Bye, mate.
Ian: Bye, Emma.
Emma: I should go, too.
Dexter: All right.
Emma: I'll be fine. I just feel a bit lost, that's all.
Dexter: Come on, everyone's lost at 25.
Emma: You're not. Trainee TV producer. Nice new flat. CD player. Group sex Tuesdays and Fridays.
Dexter: Yeah, but you know, I am crying on the inside. You know what you need, don't you?
Dexter: You need a holiday.
Emma: Look, Dexter, all I'm saying is I think we need some rules.
Emma: I'm not taking any chances with our friendship, all right.
Dexter: All right, all right. Such as?
Emma: Separate bedrooms. Wherever we stay, no shared beds, no drunken cuddles.
Dexter: I don't see the point of cuddling, anyway. Cuddling gives you cramp?
Emma: Agreed, then. Rule number two. No flirting. No having a few drinks and getting frisky with me. Or anyone else.
Dexter: Well, I never flirt.
Emma: I'm serious.
Dexter: Hello, what's this?
Dexter: Bon chance!
Emma: Which leads me to Rule Three. The nudity clause.
Emma: I don't want to see you in the shower, or have a wee. Or have a wee in the shower.
Dexter: Well, I can't promise that.
Emma: You have to, Dex. It's the rules, and absolutely no skinny-dipping.
Dexter: All right, then. Rule Number Four.
Dexter: No Scrabble.
Emma: I love Scrabble.
Dexter: That is exactly why it's my rule. Look, we're not dead yet. Vois?