Mrs. Dubcek: I'll just get my little boy, and I'll be on my way.
Dick: So soon, Mrs. Dubcek? We've been living in this attic for almost a year, and we know very little about you. Sit down. Tell us everything about yourself. Leave nothing out.
Mrs. Dubcek: Why?
Dick: Please, everything. Travel?
Tommy: Marriages.
Harry: Medical history.
Mrs. Dubcek: Well, there's a doctor in Mexico that once said I had the exact DNA of a lemur.

Dick: What's the matter with you? It's as if this baby has made you go all soft. He's broken down your defenses.
Sally: I know. He's my wittle bunny wabbit.
Dick: God, what kind of talk is that? You're a weapons expert.
Sally: I'm still a warrior. It's just now I'm the protector, not the aggressor.
Dick: Oh, I've heard enough. I'm going to sleep.
Sally: Well, you can't. I've tucked him in your bed.
Dick: As High Commander, I order you to untuck him at once.
Sally: Dick, I'm not taking orders from you anymore. I'm taking orders from a higher commander. His rank: baby.
Dick: But wait! Where am I going to sleep?
Sally: Use his room.

Harry: Well, hello, strange baby.
Sally: Who's that?
Harry: I don't know. Some baby.
Sally: That's no baby. Babies are pink, and wrinkly, and wear blankets. Dick, you better come in here.
Dick: Who's this?
Harry: I don't know. Some baby.
Tommy: What does it want?
Dick: I'll find out. What do you want?!