Sally: Wait, wait, wait. Dick. So you just met her, and then...
Tommy: Did you, uh... Did you use...
Dick: Oh, yeah, yeah. A three-pack. Ribbed for her pleasure. But I turned them inside out.
Sally: Oh, God, you are so selfish.

Sally: Dick, I'm buying groceries. I need the car.
Dick: Well, you can have your fun later.
Sally: I'm so sick of this. You have to get me my own car.
Tommy: Yeah, Dick. Most families do have two cars.
Dick: Most families have a couch. Most families have a mother. Most families are related. If that's what you want, go move in with most families.
Harry: Well, not that I'm thinking about it, but where exactly do most families live?

Sally: Don't worry, Tommy. We'll get a car eventually. It was just our bad luck that we happened to get the one car salesman who gives his whole profession a bad name.