Nina: What's her favorite food?
Dick: Chicken-fried steak.
Nina: That's your favorite. What's her favorite movie?
Dick: That's easy. A rental I kept called Gas Pump Girls.
Nina: What color are her eyes?
Dick: Oh, uh, that I know. Uh, mostly white on the outside, and in the middle... something not white.
Nina: Her favorite food is ratatouille, her eyes are blue or green depending on what she's wearing, and her favorite movie is Pardon My Sarong starring Bob Hope.
Dick: My God! You seem to know even more about Mary than I do!
Nina: Does that tell you anything?
Dick: Yes, it does! You've got a thing for my girlfriend!

Dick: Mary, coming to lunch? A new sushi place just opened.
Mary: Dick, I can't have sushi.
Dick: Why not?
Mary: I'm allergic. It makes me vomit.
Dick: Who could have put that idea in your head?
Mary: The paramedics.

Chaz Montana: Thanks, Richard. Sounds like one heck of a game. All right, now here's Sally Storm with a weather recap. Sally?
Sally: Thanks, Chaz. Well, there's no rain in sight, but by sundown you Rutherford kittens better find your mittens. It's gonna be cold. 26 degrees by midnight.
Chaz Montana: Wow, seems like a nice night to cuddle up by the fire with a little Swiss Miss.
Sally: Chaz, what you and your little Eurotrash girlfriend do is really none of our business.
Chaz Montana: I- I- I meant cocoa.
Sally: Aw, can't even keep track of their names. So sad. You know, I'm actually starting to think that that plastic surgeon gave you a little too much knockout gas when you went in for that fanny tuck.
Chaz Montana: Okay, I have a history of weak glutes in my family.
Sally: Okay, whatever. Anyway, tune in tomorrow for my 45-day forecast. I'm Sally Storm.

Marty: Sally, I just got the local ratings. We are now number two in weather and number three in news. You could be going places, Sally. You're hot!
Chaz Montana: So hot.
Sally: Sounds like we're a pretty good team, buddy.
Harry: Yeah, like John and Yoko, Sacco and Vanzetti, Bob Clisby and his 60-voice children's choir.
Marty: Who are you again?
Sally: Oh, that's just my brother Harry.
Marty: Unless you work here, you really shouldn't be hanging around.
Harry: If that's an offer to work here, then I'd love to.

Chaz Montana: Anything for you, teammate. And I mean that. Anything.
Sally: Okay, well, you know, I really enjoy predicting the weather, but, uh, I'd love to move up and start predicting the news.

Mrs. Dubcek: You know, I twisted my ankle in a gopher hole nine years ago. That reminds me. I have to refill that pain medication on that.

Sally: Dick, great news from the station. I'm number two in weather.
Dick: Oh, big deal. You're forecasting atmospheric conditions on a planet that only has one sun.

Dick: Well, here's a news flash. Nina told me that I don't know anything about Mary.
Sally: What's not to know? I mean, she's stuck-up, boring.
Harry: And an excellent bowler.
Dick: I know all that, but what else?
Harry: She likes needlepoint and flavored coffees. Her zeal for walking in the rain is eclipsed only by her fervor for stamp collecting.
Dick: Why don't I know any of that?
Harry: Well, because you're a typical guy, ya pig.

Mary: What are these?
Dick: Your favorite flowers.
Mary: Lilacs aren't my favorite flowers.
Dick: Of course they are. I saw you buying them just yesterday.
Mary: I bought lilacs yesterday to put on my grandmother's grave.
Dick: And as luck would have it, they were still there. Uh, and there's more. How's this for combining your interests? A stamp for your collection celebrating needlepoint.
Mary: Dick, I don't collect stamps and I have no interest in needlepoint.
Dick: Yeah, I know that. Damn that Harry!

Judith: Mary, do I look like a queen in a sailor's dream?
Mary: You got the tickets!
Dick: Tickets?
Judith: Tenth row. You and I and an evening with woodsy balladeer Gordon Lightfoot.
Mary: Yee!
Dick: It's an exciting day for us all. Anybody up for a dumb-ass Bob Hope movie?
Mary: Oh, thank you for doing this, Judith.
Judith: Well, Mary, if anyone digs Lightfoot as hard as I do, it's Mary Albright.