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Maggie Murdock: What's your game?

Jamie Randall: My game?

Maggie Murdock: Oh I'm sorry. Right. This is the part where we talk about where we come from and what we majored in in college.

Jamie Randall: You have beautiful eyes.

Maggie Murdock: That's it? That's the best you got?

Jamie Randall: I'm serious. They're beautiful.

Maggie Murdock: Let's go.

Jamie Randall: Excuse me?

Maggie Murdock: You want to close right? You want to get laid?

Jamie Randall: Now?

Maggie Murdock: Oh right, right, right. I'm supposed to act like I don't know if it's right. So then you tell me that there is no right or wrong. It's just the moment. And then I tell you that I can't while actually signalling to you that I can, which you don't need because you're not really listening. Because this isn't about connection for you. This isn't even about sex for you. This is about finding an hour or two of relief from the pain of being you. And that's fine with me, see, because all I want is the exact same thing.

Jamie Randall: [about selling Viagra] Bruce? Bruce? I want that account!

Bruce Winston: Why would I give it to you?

Jamie Randall: Who can sell dick drug better than me?