Bug

Peter:
I am the drone.

Agnes:
I am the mother queen.

Agnes:
You tried to kill me.

Jerry Goss:
That was a rough one, yeah. I was bad to drink back then.

Agnes:
Oh, back before you found God?

Jerry Goss:
Who was that boy up in here last night?

Agnes:
Have you been watching my place?

Agnes:
You don't sound like you're from Oklahoma.

Peter:
I'm from Beaver.

Agnes:
Well, we're all from beaver, ain't we?

Peter:
[on why he hasn't been with a woman for a long time] I just decided it wasn't worth it anymore.

Agnes:
What wasn't?

Peter:
You have a centre right? A place inside of you that's just you, that hasn't been spoiled... And I think it's really important to try and keep that space sacred. In some sense, on some level, but... sex or relationships cloud that space... or, they cloud me I guess, they make it difficult to be just me and not have to worry about... being somebody else. I sound like a big a**hole, don't I.

R.C.:
Oh my God! You think an aphid did that?

Peter:
I know what did it to me!

R.C.:
Aphids can't bite!

Peter:
You know a lot about aphids?

R.C.:
No?

Peter:
Do you know anything about aphids?

R.C.:
No!

Peter:
We do.

Peter Evans:
I'm not an axe murderer.