Olivia: I'm a... maid. What? Mike: You're... you're really a maid? Olivia: Yeah. Mike: Can I... watch? Marty: I, um, I guess I have some issues. Olivia: You do? Marty: You know, people sort of, problems. I have them. Jane: I'm just tired. Aaron: Of what? Jane: I just, guess I feel there's no more wondering what's it gonna be like. Aaron: Like what's gonna be like? Jane: My fabulous life. David: Who cares? Christine: I care. Just because you can remove yourself enough to feel superior to everyone doesn't mean I can. Edie: Why don't you go find your own husband, Olivia? Olivia: I would if I fucking COULD, Edie! [first lines] Richard: So the corrugated metal not only reflects the beauty of the common, off-the-shelf material but also emphasizes the invisible line between the old and the new construction. Christine: Wait. There'll be a line? Richard: It's invisible. David: Just let him finish. Christine: Oh, sorry.