LA Weekly reviewer of "Rape of the Soul: "Instead of seeing penises in Christ, I’m seeing Christ in my penis. And that ain’t good."

RR: "You tucked your shirt in. You don't usually do that."
RD: "I was cold."
LW: "I let my shirt out and my pants sag a little. That works for me."

Vicki (at a seder): "Hey! Don't I get to wear one of the little jew hats!?"

MW: "How did your band's gig go last night, Leonard?"
LW: "Oh. You know the night's going well when a chick comes up to you, kisses you on the cheek and says, 'you're so cute and sweaty and I like that and I'd kiss it all off if it wasn't so inappropriate.' Caught me completely off guard."

MW: "So that guy that makes you do the hard excercises.... when will you see him again."
ES: "I don't know. It's like this: imagine a woman waiting by the phone for a date with a sadist."