Lindsay: It's fine for you to say "Don't sell," but I'm going to be 40 in three years, you know?
Michael: You know, being twins, our birthdays are pretty close to one another.
Lindsay: Yeah, but a 40-year-old woman has as much a chance of getting married as she does of getting attacked by a shark.
Buster: [screams] Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were going to say "seal."
Lindsay: Or a seal.
Buster: Oh, God!