You cured me of you.

Emma: I can't believe I'm actually here with you.

Dexter: Why? 

Emma: Remember at University, before we'd spoken, 

I had a crush on you.

 Ridiculous, I know. But, when we almost um...did it, that night, 

I couldn't believe that...that poems aren't everything.

 What have you got to say to that?

Dexter: Well, I already knew.

Emma: What do you mean you knew?

Dexter: Well, I sort of guessed. All those uh...epic letters and compilation tapes. 

So go on then, what happened?

Emma: I got to know you. You cured me of you.

Dexter: You know, I still like to read those poems. 

What rhymes with Dexter?

Emma: Prick. It's a half rhyme.

What is the difference between...

Customer: What is the difference between...
Emma: A tortilla is either corn or wheat, but a corn tortilla folded and filled is a taco, where as a filled wheat tortilla is a boretto. A deep fried boretto is a chimichanga. Toasted tortilla, it's a tostada, roll it, it's an enchilada.
Customer: Is there any chance you could repeat that?

Because it's the halves that halve you in half

I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really. 

Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. 

Because it's the halves that halve you in half.

 I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits; 

the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.