Diane: So that was your act of heroism? Mayday's moment of truth? Getting shot in the fanny while in flight from a jealous husband.
Sam: Hey, now, wait! Who said I was running away?
Diane: How else do you explain the location of your wound?
Sam: Well, I could have been coming at him and turned a somersault to throw off his aim.
Diane: You know, you're very lucky that you didn't get any brain damage.

Carla: Hey, everybody! Great day, isn't it?
Coach: Carla, did you get your tooth fixed?
Carla: Yep, I am never going to be afraid to go to the dentist again. I've found a way to communicate with him.
Norm: How's that?
Carla: Well, as he leaned in with his drill I grabbed him where I knew I could get his attention and I said, "We're not going to hurt each other, are we?"
Norm: All right.
Diane: Carla? Did that work?
Carla: We're having a late dinner.

Coach: What's wrong with where you're living, Cliff?
Cliff: Well, nothing, really, Coach. I just thought it's about time I got a place of my own.
Norm: Of your own? Where do you live now?
Cliff: Oh, you know where I live.
Norm: No, I've never been there.
Cliff: Well, l... live at home.
Norm: At home? Whose home?
Cliff: Uh, my parents' home. No big deal. Good night, guys.
Norm: Parents? Cliffie, wait, you live with mommy and daddy?
Cliff: I... l live with my mother, Norm.
Norm: For what?
Cliff: Well, it's not out of choice, Norm. It's out of more of a sense of responsibility. You see, my father abandoned us a couple of years ago and I've sort of become the man of the house.
Norm: So you've got, like, a curfew or anything?
Cliff: [scoffs] Curfew! Come on, Norm. I can stay out as long as I call by ten.