- Ryan Malloy: [at homeless food drive, to Barbara:] How about a little something for the loveless?
- [gets offered a can of beets]
- Mr. Floppy: [to Jack] You're gonna play basketball with Ross? That's like making love to Liz Taylor. You could do it better alone.
- Jack Malloy: All right, Floppy, look, maybe... what's-his-name's not so great, but, after all, he's playing with me! I mean, who have we got to beat? A bunch of CPAS and dentists and their wimp kids!
- Mr. Floppy: Yeah, nobody's afraid of the dentist *outside* of his office, are they? All they do is pull teeth out *all day long* so they can pay for their wife's Range Rover. Then he's so sick with hatred for that car phone-using, cappuccino-swilling, middle-aged monstrosity he has to call
- [with distaste:]
- Mr. Floppy: *sweetheart*... that he pulls your teeth out. No longer for her liposuction, but for his own sick pleasure. Dentists! With their little gloves 'cause they're too good to touch your gums!