Rachel Hansen: Look, it's easy, Tom. Just don't be a pussy.
Paul: [Opens the door to Tom's apartment] We didn't know who to call.
McKenzie: It's Amanda Heller all over again.
Rachel Hansen: You did the right thing.
Tom: [split screen scene on the train about Millie's wedding] Yeah, but you said you were going that's why I'm going.
McKenzie: And that's why I called her last night, told her I was sick. Like a ninja.
Tom: It pains me that we live in a world where nobody's heard of Spearmint.
Tom: [speaks to himself in mirror] Okay. Settle. She's just a girl. Just a girl. She wants to keep it casual, which is why she's in my bed right now. But that's casual. That's what casual people do. That's fine. That's great.
[walks out to see Summer in bed, naked]
Tom: Hi.
Summer: Hi.
McKenzie: You'll meet somebody new. Point is, you're the best guy I know. You'll get over her.
Tom: I'm messed up. I am. You know, on the one hand, I want to forget her. On the other hand, I know that she's the only person in the entire universe that will make me happy.
McKenzie: Okay. Who's singing next?
Summer: I nominate young Werther here.
Tom: I'm not really drunk enough...
Summer: Bartender!
Rachel Hansen: [giving advice to Tom about Summer] I'm saying you do want to ask her. It's obvious. You're just afraid you'll get an answer you don't want which will shatter the illusion of how great these past few months have been.
Tom: You ever do this? You think back on the times you had with someone, replay it in your head over and over again, and you look for those first signs of trouble.
Summer: Is that true?
Tom: Yeah, yeah. He drinks and he sings and just loses his shit.
Summer: No, uh, not McKenzie. Um, the other thing...
Tom: What thing?
Summer: Do you... like me?
Tom: [laughs] Yeah. Yeah, of course I like you.
