Mitchell: I'm buried under work. And Cam's sister is the worst influence on Lily. But I-I can't yell at her because she's a sopping mess. So, you know, who am I supposed to yell at? My husband, who needs a machine to breathe?
Jay: Well, you better find yourself an outlet. That's why I have scotch and golf and cigars. Otherwise, I'd be a raging jackass.
Waitress: We're out of rye.
Jay: Then bake some!
Mitchell: [picking eyebrows] Can you please not yell at the woman who's bringing us our food?
Jay: Stop that. That's gross! It's like a fox ran across the table.