Tim: I can't believe Al never told me that Trudy was rich.
Jill: Well, you know, that stuff's just not important to Al. I mean, he doesn't date for money.
Tim: He'd date for an onion ring.
Tim: She's got a grotto? A wine cellar? When I was a kid, the only thing we had in the cellar was my grandmother. "Let me out of here! This duct tape's starting to hurt me! Come on!"
Jill: Well, Trudy seems very nice. And Al seems so happy. And I feel so stupid for bringing a three-bean salad to a mansion.
Tim: FYI, that three-bean salad wouldn't taste any better in a Turkish prison.