Dick: They're very nice.
Mary: No, they're not. They're sour, miserable people who don't like anybody.
Dick: Oh, I should have brought flowers. Do they like flowers? I can get flowers.
Mary: Oh, stop worrying. This time tomorrow, we'll be on our way home, and you'll never see them again.
Dick: I wouldn't bet on it.
Mary: What's that supposed to mean?
George Albright: I don't know about you, Dick, but when I eat ham, I gotta have a beer.
Dick: Oh, and when I drink beer, I gotta have ham. Ham and beer. That's us, George. [chuckles]