Tommy: Then you've got to show her who's boss. Lay down the law.
Don: You think?
Tommy: I know.
Dick: Be firm, my friend. Power! It's the only language women understand.
Tommy: You show Sally who wears the pants, my friend. That's the way.
Don: Thank you, my friends. You're right! I wear the pants!

Mary: Hi. Are you from the Swedish motor place?
Mechanic: [Spanish accent] Si, I am Swedish.
Mary: Yeah. It's the red Volvo, um, over there. When I change gears, it makes a grinding noise.
Mechanic: Is a grinding?
Mary: Yes, is a grinding.

Don: The time has come to lay down the law. If you're not ready to give this relationship 110% then maybe we should start seeing other people.
Sally: Don! I can't believe you're saying this.
Don: Well, I am. If it turns out there's somebody that we want, we should be free to just move on.
Sally: Don, it's like you can read my mind!
Don: It is?
Sally: Yeah. You see, there's this guy I met -Matthew - and I gotta level with you, I want him bad!
Don: You do? Well good. No need wasting precious seconds pining over Don.
Sally: Exactly! Oh, Don, you really understand me. I mean, you know what I need and you tell me to go for it.
It's like you're the best friend a gal like me could have.
Don: Sally, would you do me a favor?
Sally: Absolutely.
Don: Hold on to my gun.

Mary: Oh, Dick, I'm so embarrassed. When we broke up, I was so mad at you, but now I've just made it worse by acting like a child. Truce?
Dick: Truce.
Mary: Great. Now we can go back to acting like adults.
Dick: Yes, Mary. Adults. [whimpers]
Judith: [music booms] Mary, it appears your Volvo is back from the shop.
Mary: What?! Damn!
Dick: [giggles]

Don: Well, I'm outta here. When Sally shows up with Mr. Yoga, I'm liable to go medieval on his ass.