rk Rogers: [in the discotheque] You can still turn back. rly Perkins: [dressed as Carl Parsons] Oh no, no way. rk Rogers: All right. If you try to pick up somebody I'm gonna tell on you. rly Perkins: Yeah, well, if you try to pick up somebody, I'll kill you!

rly Perkins: [in Mark's office celebrating Carly's article publication in the Village Voice] When can you move back in? rk Rogers: How's tomorrow sound? rly Perkins: Tomorrow's fine. I've got to go to New York. rk Rogers: What? rly Perkins: Well... I have to, Mark. It's just for a week. The Voice needs me to edit the copy, I've got to take pictures... rk Rogers: Oh, fine, hey! I guess I know where I stand! rly Perkins: You really are something, you know that? Well, I'm beginning to understand it all now. It was never Carl, was it? It was me! You didn't like what was happening to me, and all this time you had me thinking that you were on my side. You told me I should believe in myself! And you told me to "get out there and go get 'em!" rk Rogers: Carly, I... rly Perkins: Sure! Sure, it's easy when you have a little nine-to-five job. What do you think my writing is? A hobby? "Sure, Carly, go ahead, be a writer; just make sure that you're home by six and free on the weekends!" Let me tell you something, Mark. My work is just as important as yours! And I thought you understood that! But I guess I was wrong!