So, today's topics, we have some topics... The Hulk. He gets bigger, all his clothes rip off. Except his pants. Why is that?
S2 E2The Way We Were
Come on, I can't wait for you to see the rest of the house. And the look on my mom's face when she sees you in it.
Have dinner with us instead. I won't cook, I promise. Although if Kirsten's mad enough at you, she might.
What do you want from me, Cohen?
I just want you.
No, you don't. You had me. You had me at Chrismukkah in a freakin' Wonderwoman costume and you chose Anna. You had me three months ago and you left.
I want to make that up to you.
It has nothing to do with me. It's about you. And it is always about you. What you need and what you want. You know, it seems you only want me when you can't have me. You like the chase, and that's all. So you know what? You can have it.
S2 E3The New Kids On The Block
I'm like a monster, dude, I'm all I think about. And not in a good way.
There's a good way?
I have a mop, Ryan!
You got a mop, Bro!
I promise I'll keep my hands to myself.
Well, it's your elbow I'm worried about.
That's sweet. It's pathetic but sweet.
Yeah, that's my niche. Pathetic and sweet.
You quit?
Or got fired. Quit/got fired.
I'm back, Ryan. Cohen classic. Red, white and me.
She's agreed to supervised visitation. 20 minutes, max.
She's my daughter. I don't need to be supervised.
No, I'm supervising her. I'm afraid she might kill you.
S2 E4The New Era
Seth shops for girlfriends in the yearbook.
Man, I said I wanted to marry her, not date her. Okay?
Her with a tattoo, you with a wristband. That's like the ultimate wrong-side-of-the-tracks love story. Seriously, you are the Sid to her Nancy, the Kurt to her Courtney. The 50 Cent to Mrs. Cent.
My friend Ryan, he's really cool, okay? He's very anti-establishment. He enjoys sunset walks on the beach, punching people, and not smiling.
And that's how you see me?
Yeah. Only with less smiling.
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