Carla: Hey, Becks, you know, you might be interested to know that one of those cons out there is your pasty-faced, billionaire boyfriend.
Rebecca: Robin?
Carla: Yeah. He was out there picking up trash. I wonder if he was using the same line he used on you.
Rebecca: My poor, sweet baby. I better go see him. Oh, wait. No, I better not. If the other guys get jealous, they might give him a hard time. But then, if I don't go see him, then he'll probably think that I'm ashamed of him. But if I see him, it might be all too painful for him. What should I do? I don't know. What do you think I should do?
Sam: [to Frasier] Twins in the same auto plant?
Rebecca: Come on, you guys. You just don't care.
Sam: Honey, I'm trying like hell to care. Look, if it means that much to you, why don't you run outside there and blow him a kiss.
Rebecca: Yeah, right. Get him in trouble so he has to spend the night in the box. [sarcastically] Blow him a kiss. You heartless bastard.