Kevin Gibbons:
Single White Male seeks commuter on train to share intimate secrets.
Eric:
You're like the poster boy for the romantically challenged!
[repeated line]
Eric:
Brady Freakin Frances?
Eric:
Love may not make the world go round, but it makes the ride worth while.
Kevin Gibbons:
C'mon, Lucille, don't die on me now. Listen, daddy knows you're tired, but daddy knows that got a few left in you. Yes you do! Yes you do!
[singing to the tune of Poison's "Every Rose Has It's Thorn"]
Rod:
Kevin sits silently still in the dead of the day, wondering if he finds that girl that just walked away. Was it something he said, or something he did? Did the words not come out right? He didn't try to get the digits, he didn't try, but I guess that's they say why they say, Kevin crapped out on his own, but his friends would have helped him all along.
[speaking]
Rod:
That poor bonehead.
[Brady tries to explain to his boss why he can't write a story about Kevin]
Barrett:
So... you harbor resentment toward this Kevin because some girl wanted to go to the prom with him instead of you?
Brady:
Well...
Barrett:
Spellbinding pity, but the story's still yours.
Abby:
I can't get next to you.
Kevin Gibbons:
Excuse me?
Abby:
"I'm So Tired of Being Alone" is a great Al Green song, but "I Can't Get Next To You" sounds a little more appropriate.
Kevin Gibbons:
Why?
Abby:
Because... I can't get next to you!
Kevin Gibbons:
Two things... what is your name, and could I please have your number?
Abby:
My name's Abby... and I thought you'd never ask.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
