Carla: You know, Coach, every night you walk out of here and forget your keys. Have you got them this time?
Coach: It's OK, Carla. I got it all figured out. I left them in the car.
Carla: Aren't you afraid somebody's gonna steal it?
Coach: I locked the doors.
Carla: How are you going to get in without your keys?
Coach: I made a duplicate set.
Carla: Well, where are they, Coach?
Coach: Holy mackerel! Sam. [Sam hands him his keys] Carla, we've really got to make a scramble. Looks like rain. Come on. I left the windows open.

Norm: Arlene Horsley. Yeah, she's a typist at that firm I got fired from. I gave her a slice of my pizza one day during a coffee break, and things kind of took off from there. Anyway, we caught a little movie this afternoon.
Coach: What was playing?
Norm: I finally got around to seeing Gandhi, Coach.
Cliff: Whoa. Gandhi. A fine piece of cinematic art there.
Norm: Well, I'm out of here.
Carla: Where are you going?
Norm: I gotta get back before Arlene starts to me.
Carla: Where is she?
Norm: She's watching Gandhi. I'm just out for popcorn. I'll see you in an hour when I go out for jujubes.

Diane: Even you, Carla, cannot ruin our mood. Sam and I had a wonderful afternoon gallery haunting. We saw the work of New England's finest artists.
Norm: What'd you lose a bet, huh, Sam?
Diane: As a matter of fact, Mr. Malone is on his way to developing an appreciation of non-representational art.
Sam: That's right.
Carla: Name any piece of art you saw today.
Sam: Well, gee, there were so many, uh...
Carla: Name any piece of art in the world.
Cliff: [to Norm] A buck says he gets this one.
Norm: You're on.
Sam: Michelangelo's "Two Muscular Guys Touching Fingers".
Cliff: Pay up.
Carla: Fooled me.