Miss Rye-Veta: I thought you were never coming.
Greg: I couldn't get the required sugar, the regular.
Miss Rye-Veta: You're a regular sort, sorting thru all the types all the time.
Greg: Sometimes there's so much to choose from you don't feel like buying anything.
Miss Rye-Veta: Faced with the enormity of the choice I always forget what I've come for.
Greg: And buy everything except the thing we need.
Miss Rye-Veta: What I needed was you here earlier. I almost gave in to my hunger with boredom.
Greg: You didn't know what to do with your lips.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, but now I do. I can plant a kiss on you.
Greg: Sweet.....a little too sweet. Have you been on the sugar?
Miss Rye-Veta: Well, if I have it won't matter. I'll just take twice as much of this lo-cal variety you've
brought and I'll redress the balance.
Greg: Yes, that sounds like good math.
Miss Rye-Veta: Does it really?
Greg: Lets just say you could bamboozle any scholar.
Miss Rye-Veta: I know. I'm quite an education aren't I?!

Rose: Oh, she needs me for sure! If only for the fact that I'm more fuller framed and make her
look smaller in comparrison.
Will: She probably wishes for you to eat most of the food to remain so.
Rose: Well, you won't be complaining then, will you.
Will: You know I always by thick sliced bread.
Rose: I know, I have a deal of a time trying to work it off again.
Will: Talking of things thinner, I hear there's a new girl's coming to the neighborhood.
Rose: Yes an exchange student. Henry Harry's exchanging with her.
Will: Annie, or something?
Rose: Anorexia, one of those strange European names. Why can't the go for Babybubble or Skyrocket
like our celebrities do?
Will: Yes, those are far more sensible.
Rose: As sensible as medium sliced bread.
Will: I'll compromise on that if you promise to not go around to Carly's every nite.
Rose: Every night? But isn't Robert going to be there almost every nite?
Will: Robert? Er..what do I know.
Rose: I wonder....what do you know?
Will: Er...why do I feel like I'm now in a sandwich? 

Carly: Himm himm himm hummdy hummdy humpty...Great song. What's that? Oh, the phone.
Now where did I put you? Oh, be quiet Mr. D.J. while I think. Yes, I left it in the kitchen. I
always leave things in the kitchen! Why didn't I think? Now, here it is. Oh, its rung off. I'm
going to have to stop having a phone as I can never find it in time to answer it. Now who could
it have been. It could have been Robert. It could have been grave news. He might not be able
to find the lo-fat! Oh, the thought of it makes me feel like getting fat right now. Just as well I've
never got any food in. No, the cupboards are as empty as my personality is when I'm on a diet.
I blame Robert. He's so slim. If he was fatter he'd be eating all the food and then I wouldn't be
able to. I wonder how many calories I'm burning up worrying about who made the call? Maybe
it was Diet Monthly telling me I'm the fattest slimmer of the week. Or, Lord helpme, Diet Weekly
saying they've cancelled my subscription after one episode for being a bad example. Oh, Robert
save me! Oh, its worked. He's rung again. Maybe I'll try that again. Give me a million pounds!
Hi, Rob..Oh, its Rose. No I haven't put a million pounds on in weight. Did you call just before?
Oh, you did. What? The dinner? Yes, tomorrow night. Weren't you listening? Well, make up for
it by bringing extra cake. If I'm going to win slimmer of the month I'd better put on loads of weight
first to give me an easier starting point!    

Mr Plimsole: This anorexic you're meeting.
Henry Harry:Anorexia you mean?
Mr Plimsole: Yes, when d'you meet her?
Henry Harry: Oh, you know my friend from Harvard, Matilda?
Mr Plimsole: Yes, Spencer's girl.
Henry Harry: Well, Rexie came over to Boston with her.
Mr Plimsole: Bookish?
Henry Harry: Only that she has to read books for her studying.
Mr Plimsole: Its the best reason for reading. And you get marks for it too.
Henry Harry: Yes, I sometimes think marks should be out of eleven, not ten, as there's always
someone who comes along and does things better.
Mr Plimsole: Or maybe I should give her marks out of a hundred and ten, as in percent?
Henry Harry: Oh, you know its only possible to give a hundred percent.
Mr Plimsole: That's philosophical as well as mathematical. You must be broadening your studies.    

Miss Rye-Veta: Greg's been gone a long time.
Honeysugar: You don't think he's found another woman do you?
Miss Rye-Veta: No, I think he's just found another sugar. He's always hunting for bargains.
Honeysugar: I've heard of a new sugar with no calories, maybe he's found that.
Miss Rye-Veta: I won't be satisfied til they've made one that takes calories away.
Honeysugar: I suppose going to the mall yourself would do that.
Miss Rye-Veta: Oh, I like to give Greg that pleasure, you know he's got more weight to lose.

Carly: Are you eating tomorrow nite?
Rose: At all, do you mean?
Carly: No, at the resteraunt.
Rose: Couldn't afford.
Carly: You'll have to come round to the anorexic kitchen then, Robert is going to be out all day.
Rose: I'm not going to have to eat all his food for him am I?
Carly: No, that's what we used to do. Remember, we're slimmers now.
Rose: Oh, yes. How do you spell it? I don't believe I've heard that word before. 

Mr. Plimsole: Its good to get out.
Henry Harry: And not just to play golf.
Mr. Plimsole: No excuses needed, we're being rewarded.
Henry Harry: Its unusual.
Mr. Plimsole: Unprecedented.
Henry Harry: I wonder what we've done wrong.
Mr. Plimsole: Apart from not fixing the sink for a year I can't think.
Henry Harry: I know. I forgot our wedding anniversary but I do that every year. So it can't be that.
Mr. Plimsole: You don't think they're plotting do you?
Henry Harry: Plotting what?
Mr. Plimsole: Our demise.
Henry Harry: We're so low already, I don't think we've got far to fall.

Miss. Rye-Veta: Not cooking tonite?
Honeysugar: No, I'm on a diet. Just five meals a day.
Miss. Rye-Veta: How many hours are in your day?
Honeysugar: More than 24. I'm multi tasking.
Miss. Rye-Veta: You don't mind if I scoff down a breadstick do you?
Honeysugar: No, I haven't eaten for more than an hour, but I think I'll survive.
Miss. Rye-Veta: Its just with men not around we have more food.
Honeysugar: Without them hoovering it all up, I know.
Miss Rye-Veta: But WITH men not being around we tend to eat all the food.
Honeysugar: I know, comfort eating. Call me Dyson Super Suction.    

Pilot Episode

Carly: Phew, that was close! Almost had to be rushed to hospital for putting a pound on in weight.
Rose: So what was the emergency?
Carly: Oh, I hadn't adjusted the scales properly.
Rose: I can't think of anything worse.
Carly: I know!
Rose: Oh, how you suffer.
Carly: I almost imagined I could see myself when I turned side on.
Rose: That wouldn't do. You're famous for turning invisible at the drop of a hat.
Carly: And if I put on a pound in weight, I'll only be famous for fifteen minutes.