Lois: It isn't the jacket that smells. There was a fried apple pie in the pocket.
Craig: Oh, thanks, Lois.
Hal: So where are you players headed tonight?
Abe: The Rusty Scupper. Uh-oh, we better get a wiggle on, Craig. Happy Hour starts in 20 minutes and the ladies won't wait.
Craig: They'll wait for you in those new chinos.
Abe: I won't have a chance with you in your leather jacket.
Craig: Not if they get a load of your... [sobs]
Abe: Ah, ah, ah. Come on. How are you going to get on the scene?
Craig: Like a sex machine.