Vicki Dubcek: Look what I did. I ordered way too much Chinese food. I hope you're hungry.
Harry: I'm always hungry. [growls]
Vicki Dubcek: That's what I like about you, Harry. You're a good eater, yet you got a stomach like a washboard.
Harry: Yup, and a tush like a sink.
Vicki Dubcek: You got good genes, baby. The kind of genes that I would like to pass along to my child.
Harry: Hmm. Yeah. Could you pass the dim sum?
Vicki Dubcek: Harry, you know, I'm not getting any younger, and, lately, my biological clock is just tickin'.
Harry: Yeah. Could you pass me some moo shoo?
Vicki Dubcek: Harry, I wanna have a baby.
Harry: [chokes on his food]