Nina: What's her favorite food?
Dick: Chicken-fried steak.
Nina: That's your favorite. What's her favorite movie?
Dick: That's easy. A rental I kept called Gas Pump Girls.
Nina: What color are her eyes?
Dick: Oh, uh, that I know. Uh, mostly white on the outside, and in the middle... something not white.
Nina: Her favorite food is ratatouille, her eyes are blue or green depending on what she's wearing, and her favorite movie is Pardon My Sarong starring Bob Hope.
Dick: My God! You seem to know even more about Mary than I do!
Nina: Does that tell you anything?
Dick: Yes, it does! You've got a thing for my girlfriend!

Dick: Mary, coming to lunch? A new sushi place just opened.
Mary: Dick, I can't have sushi.
Dick: Why not?
Mary: I'm allergic. It makes me vomit.
Dick: Who could have put that idea in your head?
Mary: The paramedics.

Chaz Montana: Thanks, Richard. Sounds like one heck of a game. All right, now here's Sally Storm with a weather recap. Sally?
Sally: Thanks, Chaz. Well, there's no rain in sight, but by sundown you Rutherford kittens better find your mittens. It's gonna be cold. 26 degrees by midnight.
Chaz Montana: Wow, seems like a nice night to cuddle up by the fire with a little Swiss Miss.
Sally: Chaz, what you and your little Eurotrash girlfriend do is really none of our business.
Chaz Montana: I- I- I meant cocoa.
Sally: Aw, can't even keep track of their names. So sad. You know, I'm actually starting to think that that plastic surgeon gave you a little too much knockout gas when you went in for that fanny tuck.
Chaz Montana: Okay, I have a history of weak glutes in my family.
Sally: Okay, whatever. Anyway, tune in tomorrow for my 45-day forecast. I'm Sally Storm.