Daphne: Name one energy that's better than oil.
Marshall: Wind, solar, hydroelectric. You see what I've been dealing with, Clint?
Clint: [plays guitar and sings] The sticky petroleum clings...
Marshall: Please not now, Clint.
Clint: To the pelican's broken wings Hey, Mr. Oilman, what have you done...
Marshall: Stop, stop, stop, please. Enough!
Daphne: Clint, I'm tired of your beard and I'm tired of this stupid therapy session.
Marshall: And I'm tired of the way that your songs have a-a laxative effect on Marvin!
Daphne: And on me. Every time Clint starts singing, I just got to go.
Marshall: Yeah. It's like, uh, the only trust fall when you sing is that I "trust" that a piece of poop is gonna "fall" out of my son's butt.
Daphne: [laughs] Hey, Clint, how about that? You got us to agree on something.
Marshall: Yeah.
Daphne: We both think you're a loser. This therapy works.