nurse lane: you’ve come a long way from the naïve young woman i met a few years ago. you’ve become distrustful and suspicious. it suits you.
ziggy: thanks, i had a good teacher.
cindy: santa is kind of an asshole. he works one day a year and then spends the rest of it judging you.
ziggy: i think the two of you would get along quite well.
cindy: oh, so suddenly you don't have a death wish?
alice: cindy, i've never had a death wish. it's just that i don't believe that i personally even can die.
alice: whoops!
cindy: whoops? whoops?!
cindy: this is not a "whoops" situation. we are far past whoops. whoops is a distant speck in the rear view mirror. we are solidly in "oh fuck" territory, and i expect you to act like it!
alice: i’ve got a problem. or rather, we’ve got a problem, snitch.
cindy: oh, no.
alice: you see, i’m not sick of you. at all. i’m actually pretty in love with you, it turns out.
cindy: what’s wrong with you?
ziggy: off the top of my head, i’d say low self-esteem, a lack of parental affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.
ziggy: alice, you're under arrest.
alice: why?
ziggy: for stealing cindy’s heart.
cindy: did you just hit on alice.. for me?
ziggy: I'M TIRED OF WAITING, CINDY.