Daphne: Thank you. [after a momentary look at the menus] So why do you like living with me?
Martin: Oh, for God's sake, can't we just agree to cut this out?
Daphne: Oh, all right, all right. You're wonderful, I'm wonderful. You know, it's funny when I think about the two of us. I mean, sure, we have our little fights, but for the most part we get along so well together. And when I think about how I enjoy looking after you, and how you always seem to miss me when I've been gone for too long, well it's sort of like you're my...
Martin: What?
Daphne: No, it might sound funny to say this.
Martin: No, come on, that's all right, you can say it.
Daphne: All right. Well, it's sort of like you're my pet.
Martin: What?
Daphne: In a good sense. Like you and Eddie.
Martin: What the hell you talking about? You calling me a dog now?
Daphne: It's an analogy, for God's sake.
Martin: I can't believe it. I take you out to buy you a nice meal, and you call me a dog.
Daphne: I give you a bath sometimes.
Martin: I wish I ate as well as Eddie, I'll tell you that.
Daphne: Well, it wouldn't hurt you to cook once in a while.
Martin: Instead of the slop you give me.