Tim: Woo-hoo-hoo. I have just been to heaven, where, by the way, they still give speeding tickets!

Trudy: Gosh, Al. I am so glad you stopped by. Guess what I picked up for you today?
Al: A plane?
Trudy: No, just driving gloves. Would you like a plane?
Al: No. Trudy, I wouldn't. I... The fact is, I really don't even want the car.
Trudy: Are you breaking up with me?
Al: No. Why would you even think that?
Trudy: Isn't that the first sign? The man returns the Ferrari.

Tim: It just may be over.
Jill: Al and Trudy?
Tim: No, no. Me and the car. Al decided it was a bit too extravagant, so he gave the Ferrari back.
Jill: I'm sorry for your loss.
Tim: It's not hopeless. I'm petitioning to be the car's big brother. I'm actually pretty happy. I think Trudy's gonna be good for Al.
Jill: Yeah, I like her. And she gave me her pheasant recipe.
Tim: [whistles] Fresh pheasant, fairly fatty, fricassee it with a flick of fennel, fling it on the fire, fabulous.

Brad: Hey, everybody. Great news!
Jill: Hey. Your soccer team finally lost!
Brad: We got killed.
Jill: All right!
Brad: I'm excited. Now I don't have to grow a beard anymore.
Jill: Yeah, and when I come to your next home game, I'll actually be able to cheer you to win.
Brad: Yeah. I'm excited 'cause now I can fit in with the team. We decided to wax our legs.
Tim: Whoa, waxing! A pretty weird way for the Westside Warriors to wind their way to the World Cup.

Trudy: Oh, Al. Let's not do the pinot. I have a '91 Chevalier-Montrachet I've been saving for a special occasion.
Jill: Well, that sounds wonderful.
Al: Oh, then I'll run down to the wine cellar, get it.
Trudy: Oh, you know, I'd better go with you because the white Burgundies are hidden in the east grotto. Excuse us.