Andy: Okay, all right, look! Will everybody just leave Raymond alone? He's obviously sensitive. And at the end of the day, that's what the ladies like.
Gianni: Andy, at the end the day, you have to blow up your lady.
Andy: I do fine with the women. They find me cuddly and cute. And when the poke me in the belly, I go... [girlish chuckle] [girlish chuckle as Gianni pokes him] What'd you think? That I wasn't going to back it up?

Debra: How you doing, Andy? You look like you're losing weight.
Andy: Nah! I just gave up tucking in my shirt.
Ray: You here to tell everybody your big news? Andy got a new job booking guests on a national radio show.
Debra: Oh, congratulations, Andy. [kisses Andy]
Andy: Wow, this proves it. The ladies like guys with jobs.

Ray: Hates me? Jerry Musso hates me?
Debra: I'm sure he didn't mean "hates."
Ray: It's in writing! Andy, come on, just tell me the truth. Does Jerry Musso hate me?
Andy: I don't know. I wasn't the one who talked to him.
Ray: Well, ask him.
Andy: Oh, no. Look, I just got this job. Why would I wanna associate myself with the man my boss hates?

Ray: Listen, I just got a couple more questions about this Jerry Musso thing.
Andy: Oh, God. You said you had something for me.
Ray: Yes, couple more questions. Ray, please, you're killing me.
Andy: You were on the phone with me all night.
Debra: You were?
Ray: You were asleep.
Andy: So was I!
Ray: Look, just tell me-
Andy: Listen, Ray, who cares what he thinks? I'll tell you something. I found out he's a major-league scuzball.
Ray: What do you mean?
Andy: The other day, a guy at the station was selling candy for his kid's school, and Jerry said, "I can't. I'm allergic to chocolate." And I have the feeling that he isn't.

Gianni: There is no letter, is there, Ray?
Ray: Yes. There is. I put it right here.
Andy: You know what might have happened to your Muhammad Ali letter? Mickey Mantle came and took it and got away on Secretariat.

Andy: Uh-oh, Ray. Looks like Olga Korbut came in and drank all your ginger ale.