Woman #1: Hello. I'm Dean Guthridge's wife.
Woman #21: And I'm Dean Smith's wife.
Dick: Hi. I'm Dean Albright's wife.

Sally: You guys! I saw her! I saw her!
Tommy: You saw Tina?
Sally: Yes, and I'm so much hotter than she is, it's not even funny.
Tommy: Good. Good for you.
Sally: And you know what the best part is?
Tommy: What?
Sally: Well, that is the best part.

Mary: Hi, Dick.
Dick: Dean Albright.
Mary: Tonight was fun, wasn't it? Boy, if this is what it's like being Dean, I say bring it on!
Dick: I'm sleepy.
Mary: What's wrong?
Dick: Well, if you don't know, I'm not gonna tell you.
Mary: It was the party, wasn't it?
Dick: I'm closing my eyes now.
Mary: Oh. Okay. Come on, Professor Solomon. Teach me a lesson.
Dick: No.
Mary: Okay. If you're not going to give it to me, I'm gonna come over there and get it.
Dick: Fine! Just make it quick.

Harry: Lemonade. Ooh! Lemonade?
Mrs. Dubcek: You know, when little kids sell lemonade, it's cute. But when grown men sell lemonade, it's creepy.
Tommy: What?
Mrs. Dubcek: Quit selling lemonade. You're creeping out the whole neighborhood.
Harry: Well, she's the meathead.
Tommy: No, Harry. No, she's right. I mean, come on, look at us. We are disgusting. I'm through. Yecch.
Harry: Well-- Oh, well, that's just fine. You just go home, Tommy. It doesn't matter to me. I'll just stay here all day, hold down the fort. [drinks] Ah. Root beer.

Lucy: Dr. Solomon.
Dick: Yes, Lucy?
Lucy: I just wanted to tell you, you're an idiot.
Dick: Thank you, Lucy, but that's really not necessary.
Lucy: No. I really wanted you to know. You're an idiot.
Dick: Look, I've really gotten over that whole fashion show debacle. But... thank you.
Lucy: What fashion show? Idiot.