Whitney

Flower Lady:
Flower for the lady?

Alex Green:
You know what? No, my girlfriend hates roses.

Whitney:
Oh, I actually never said that; I said that I think it's weird that men show women affection by ripping something beautiful out of the ground and making them watch it die very slowly.

Lily:
Namaste, my b*tches.

Whitney:
Nurse to Nurse? [Whitney opens her jacket, revealing her sexy nurse costume] I gotta get back there.

Nurse:
Nurse to stripper; have a seat.

Roxanne:
Mark, nobody's home at Whit's place. So, I need you to inject me in the stomach with a needle. I mean, I know that's super weird. But if you could just try, I... [while Roxanne was talking Mark has taken the syringe and injected into her stomach]... okay.

Mark:
And donezo. You could have done that yourself.

Roxanne:
Yeah, I know. I... I am usually really good at doing things by myself. Someday, I might have a kid by myself. But for some reason this part just feels... It feels hard to do alone.

Mark:
I totally get that.

Roxanne:
I do not think you do.

Mark:
I just found out that, uh, this girl I really could see myself committing to has moved on.

Roxanne:
Oh.

Mark:
So, here I am again with this awesome face and personality and nobody to share it with.

Roxanne:
Yeah. Yeah, that sucks. Listen, I... Thank you, Mark.

Mark:
You know, if you ever need help with your shot again, I can do it.

Roxanne:
Really? You know, you need to do it at the same time every day, though. So, that's kind of a big commitment.

Mark:
I say we do this. You won't have to feel alone, and I can use you as, like, my commitment training bra.

Roxanne:
You mean training wheels.

Mark:
Ah, potato, po-ta-tas.