Al: You know, and that's another reason why Ilene shouldn't be upset at Mother joining us for New Year's. You know, after a couple of Rob Roys, Mother can be quite the party animal.
Stewardess: Here are your drinks. One ginger ale, one martini - double olives on the side.
Tim: Thanks very much.
Al: Thank you. [to Tim] Oh, I suppose mother can be needy, but... [Tim downs his drinks and sticks the olives in his ears] how can I turn my back on the woman who nurtured me from the womb? I'm just thankful that I have a friend like you that will lend me a supportive ear... That has a green olive in it!
Tim: This just means the barf bag wasn't big enough to fit over my head.
Al: I just don't why Ilene is acting like this.
Tim: Oh, God! Maybe the plane will crash. [removes the olives]
Al: You know, I have a good mind not to give Ilene her Christmas present. And I had a necklace made especially for her out of coins that she collected when she went to Stockholm for the gingivitis symposium.
Tim: You gave her spare change from a bloody-gum convention?