Daphne: This is ridiculous. Get out there and drag Clint's downward-facing ass back in here so we can get going.
Marshall: Just let him do his thing.
Daphne: Do you know why the Daphnes of the world always get to pick the music and the Marshalls pay all the tolls? Because the Marshalls are so concerned with letting everybody do their thing, and the Daphnes are taking care of Daphne. You can talk to me about solar or wind or hydro-whatever, but the world is always gonna push you around, Marshall. Until you learn to go nuclear. [Marshall puts the car into gear and drives off] What are you doing? Is this real? Are you doing this? We need some driving music.
Marshall: No! You threw a live grenade into my marriage. You screwed up my whole world. So from now on... we listen to my music.
[The Proclaimers' "I Would Walk (500 Miles)" plays]
Daphne: I hate this song.
Marshall: Give it time. Zitch dog, beagle in a Beetle.