Jeff Winger : I can't believe I made out with both of you.
Jeff Winger : Guys, guys, guys. Did we learn nothing from last Christmas? I don't see much difference between Pierce's religion and anybody else's.
Annie Edison : Well, then you're not listening, because his has lasers!
Jeff Winger : Look, you guys make fun of me for not caring about religion. But at least I'm dedicated enough to not caring to let you have your own beliefs. Can't Pierce have his? Can't you be cool like me?
[picks up his phone]
Jeff Winger : Hello?
Troy Barnes : He ends so many of his speeches that way.
Jeff Winger : I could eat powdered bran every day while you suck down figgy pudding and I still might die first. It's not fair. I want my donuts back!
Jeff Winger : I treat my body like a temple!
Male Nurse Jackie : Well, I can't be the first person to tell you that the temple doesn't last forever. I mean, it's made of hamburger. This is a... This is a temple of doom. And you know what? Like the real temple of doom, it represents the inconvenient fact that all good things - be they people or movie franchises - eventually collapse into sagging, sloppy, rotten piles of hard to follow nonsense.