“Hey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila, maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.”

“She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.”

“i got shot in the leg and i don't get any cookies”

“Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice?
Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.”

“Hey, for a scythe, cookies, and a chance to commit murder, Kronos could hide his true feelings.”

“Is there a cookie at the end of this lecture?… I got a cookie after all… Dear god, the cookie was poisoned.”

“Hey, does my stupidity give you the right to bruise a tender heart?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm bruising a heart made of Play-Doh.”

“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.”

“This is like a cookie, it tastes like a cookie having sex with a doughnut.”

“Yeah, I can make all the tequila in a bottle disappear. It’s a talent. Nothing comes easy and talent is something you get but, if you don’t develop it, it becomes like an apple; you keep taking bites of it until it’s gone. So you have to plant the seeds. Then you have the orchard. And then you have Jonestown.”