Mrs. Dubcek: Could you guys keep an eye out for the U.P.S. guy? I'm expecting a package.
Dick: Why? Where are you going?
Mrs. Dubcek: My gynecologist.
Dick: Your who-li-gyne-what?
Mrs. Dubcek: My gynecologist. He's a wonderful doctor.
Dick: Good. I could use a new doctor.
Mrs. Dubcek: He's a women's doctor.
Sally: For women only?
Dick: Well, doesn't he realize he could double his business if he'd open his practice to everyone?
Mrs. Dubcek: Oh, please. I'm not into all that P.C. baloney. I think women should have their own doctors, and men shouldn't wait tables at Hooters.

Dispatch: [radio chatter]
Don: Copy that. Over. [to Sally] I gotta get out of here.
Sally: Emergency?
Don: I don't know. I can't understand a word she says.

Dick: This pregnancy thing is no big mystery. Man decides to have baby, man plants seed, man becomes dad. Cut and dried. Black and white. Clear as day.
Sally: Dick, you just don't get it, do you? This is not about men. It's about women. And women have this special club, this pregnancy club, and once you become a member, everything about you becomes fascinating: what you ate that day, what's swollen, how many times you went to the bathroom. Six.
Dick: Six?
Sally: See? Fascinating!