Sally: You and I have flown a lot of missions together. If you asked me to put out the sun with my bare hands, I would, no questions asked, but if you ever send me out in broad daylight to pick up a bunch of women's magazines again, I will kill you.
Dick: This may sound silly to you, but I have a date with Dr. Albright, and I want to be sure to say the right thing. Now help me out here.
Sally: Dick, they're pointless. They're mind-altering. They impose arbitrary standards on women. It's like propaganda for some sort of estrogen cult.
Dick: Just read.
Sally: Okay. Okay, here's a topic. You could discuss biology.
Dick: Why?
Sally: According to a recent survey, 7 out of 10 women have multiple organisms.

Mary: Honestly, there's something about you that seems odd. It's as if you were out of sync with every other person on the planet.
Dick: Well, how can that be? Every day I go out of my way to do things that appear normal.
Mary: What you just said, that's not normal.
Dick: What else?
Mary: Well, you you act as if you're feeling everything for the first time. You have no control over your emotions. You tried to feed me doggy treats.

[As Dick sits at his desk, he pats his leg, whistles and then holds out a treat while making a kissing noise]
Mary: What are you doing?
Dick: Tempting you with the great taste of bacon. [kissing]
Mary: I'm going to take these folders in to Nina, and when I come back, you'll be gone.