Tommy: We're such idiots! Sally tried to warn us.
Dick: Where's that shopping list?
Harry: Oh, whoa! Wait a second! Wait. I think I put it in the trash. Oh, wait. Here it is. Oh, no!
Tommy: What?
Harry: None of the groceries we need are on this list. No, it's just some long, involved message about Sally infiltrating their group and heading to California.

Tommy: She was asking for our help, and we weren't there for her. Oh, who knows what they're doing to her now.
Dick: We were sitting on our duffs while she's single-handedly trying to save Earth! Earth. Maybe it isn't the biggest planet in the galaxy or the roundest but I've come to think of it as home.
Tommy: I was gonna retire here. You know, in Boca.
Harry: Poor Mascha, in their clutches.
Tommy: She's one of them, you idiot!
Dick: We've got to save earth, and we've gotta save Sally! Let's go!
Tommy: Wait! Wait if we run into one of those cunning, manipulative women?
Dick: You're right. Everyone grab a comb and a dinner jacket. Let's go!