Sally: Spaghetti's ready.
Don: Oh, ho. I've heard about this spaghetti. Oh, um... Sally, uh...
Harry: Looks great.
Don: Sally, aren't you gonna drain the spaghetti?
Sally: What?
Don: You know, get rid of the water.
Harry: [scoffs] What do you want to do that for? The water's my favorite part.
Tommy: I mean, quite frankly, I don't even like the spaghetti. [grabs spaghetti in his hands and dumps it in Don's bowl]
Sally: Yeah. Yeah. Besides, I mean, even if we did like the spaghetti, separating it from the water would be time-consuming and dangerous.

Dick: Now then, you have one hour to complete your exam. There's no cheating, there's no talking, and there's no way anybody will be able to answer number four, which, uh, I'm sorry to say, is worth half the exam.
Caryn: What? But, Dr. Solomon, doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose-
Dick: I'm sorry. I said no talking.
Caryn: But, all I'm saying-
Dick: And begin!

Don: You've never been to Bach and Frankels? Oh, it's great. They got all kinds of stuff for the kitchen, you know, they got, uh, the garlic presses and cookie cutters and melon ballers.
Tommy: They have actual melon ballers?
Sally: Mm. And all this time I've been ballin' melons with the inside of my fingernails.
Don: You should try to get there as soon as possible.
Sally: All right. So, you want some grated cheese on your spaghetti? [Sally presses her nails against a block of cheese]
Don: I'm... good.
Harry: Yeah, I'd love some.
Sally: I know you do.