Jill: Brad, I can't screw this up. Some of us aren't soccer stars who can count on getting a scholarship.
Marty: In fact, some of us are stuck working at the zoo, hosing out the penguin house.
Jill: Well, that explains those feathers in the lint trap.
Jill: Oh, your friend Jim called, Brad.
Brad: Oh, yeah. He must be calling about that party he's having Saturday night. The ladies are gonna be rolling through there. Saturday night's all right for Brad.
Marty: Actually, Saturday night's kind of big for me, too. Chilly Millie's eggs are gonna hatch.