Glen Whipple: I just always assumed you would marry Claire Pritchett.
Phil: You remember Claire?
Glen Whipple: Are you kidding? She was gorgeous. God, I was so jealous of you back then.
Phil: You were jealous of me?
Glen Whipple: Oh, man. Claire Pritchett, with the blonde hair and those brown eyes. Great smile. Oh, I can picture her smiling right now.
Phil: I can't.
Glen Whipple: I wonder who landed her. Lucky son of a bitch.
Phil: Yeah.
Gloria: Phil, I need you!
Phil: What now? Oh, uh, I'm sorry. I'll be there in a second. [turns around and Glen Whipple is gone] No! How?