Bell: Did you know Scotch eggs come from England?
Adam S: Yeah. I wonder why they called them Scotch eggs. I guess 'cos it's all meat on the outside but inside it's just a big stupid egg.

Adam S: Why are we the only species with a language? I mean get with the times.

Bell explains to Adam about Skalman, a cartoon tortoise sidekick whose "eat-and-sleep clock" (which tells him when to eat and sleep) always inconveniently goes off when the others are in trouble so he can't help them.
Adam S: That's so annoying. I'd fucking rip his throat out.

Adam has been singing Let it Go since he heard it on the radio. Adam S: What's that film called again? Oh yeah, "Freezer".

Adam S: Cashews taste like all sorts, don't they?
Bell: All sorts? Like what?
Adam S: Sweet, savoury... (...) Cheese...

Adam has ordered a fish supper.
Bell: Haha, the fish looks like a penis.
Adam S: (looks at it contemplatively) Yup. But what's wrong with a big penis in your mouth?

Adam is listening to classical choral music and Phi is looking sad.
Bell: What's wrong? Does the music make you feel sad?
Phi: (looks even sadder)
Adam S: But, it ends on a major?

Bell: Should we move to Copenhagen, honey?
Adam S: Could we cope with all the hagen though, that's the question.

Adam S: The only thing softer than a woman is... fairy silk...

There is a big, ugly mark on the table.
Bell: Was that there yesterday? I-- Oh, it was me. Sorry.
Adam S: You fucked the table, honey.
Bell: No!
Adam S: You had sex with the table.
Bell: I knew you'd say that. But I'd never have sex with an inanimate object. Espcially not that table, gangly bitch.
Adam S: It'd be like having sex with a really anorexic person, nae fun at all.
Bell: You're speaking from experience, I take it.
Adam S: (...) Does a dead anorexic person count?

Adam S: Burgers! We had burgers.
Phi: Yes.
Adam S: But Aspergers, that's different!

Adam S: Am I a bajskorv?
Bell: Yes, you're a bajskorv Adam.
Adam S: Du gillar inte... korv.

Adam använder sitt nya ord mot den stenhårda glassen.
Adam S: CP.
Phi: Nej. Man får inte säga så. Man kan bli sån.

Phi's friend Jimmy.
Bell: There's this guy in Sweden called Jimmy...
Adam S: Ah! "Yimmi"! Jimmie Åkesson!

Bell's tea tastes like fish.
Adam S: (looks at his cup) You don't get a fish in there. That'd be pretty nasty. 'Cos that would probably kill a fish.

Adam finds the hidden box of brysselbiscuits.
Adam S: They're like gold, aren't they.

Adam S: Do you like sea horses?
Bell: Aye, they're all right.
Adam S: (resolutely) I think they're fucking gay to be honest.

Speaking of life, the universe and everything.
Adam S: It's really clever how all that shit comes together, isn't it.