
Bobby: Hey this is fun.
Eames: Lets see if Ross can get the popcorn in my mouth this time.

Eames: Now listen Bobby for the last time, stop kicking me under the desk
Bobby: Huh!! Make me.

Bobby:This bloodied bandaid should complete my bandaid collection.
Eames: Oh!!!! Gross.

Bobby: Its all up here ... my little brain cells are thinking all the time.
Eames: He's finally lost it, reading too many Poirot mysteries.

Bobby: Ok, who nicked my folder, it was here a minute ago.
PropMan: Gee, that Eames is 'hot'.
Eames: Don't make eye contact... don"t make eye contact.

Bobby: (singing) O sole mio...lalalala
BaldGuy: Oh, someone throw a rock at him.

Bobby: Do not forsake me oh my darling although you're grieving don't think of leaving.
(tralalala)
BaldGuy: This guy needs to get a life or join a barbershop quartet.

Eames: Oh this one is a cutie
Bobby: Ummm Eames, I think that 'he' is a 'she'.

Bobby: So, ummm, same time next week.
Eames: I think not, Bobby, some of us have a life. I think I am over pretending to be your girlfriend.
Bobby: Aw c'mon,I have only one more dance lesson left and I promise not watch my feet, Pleeese.