Mr. Herkabe: Malcolm, I need you to do a job for me. It's urgent. I've been exchanging some very meaningful glances with one of the contestants.
Malcolm: You know they're all married, don't you?
Mr. Herkabe: Yes, of course. And that's why it would be indecent of me not to be discrete. Darlene Fisher. Green sweat suit. I need you to pass her this note for me.
Malcolm: You want me to find out if she likes you? Forget it.
Mr. Herkabe: I respect your stand, Malcolm, and I want you to know this will in no way affect my judging of your mother. Or will it?