Dr. Donna: Cameron, sweetie! I thought I heard your voice cutting through the joyless silence of this I want to say party, but I'm afraid it will sound sarcastic.
Gloria: You guys are friends?
Cameron: Uh, well, we go to the same blowout parlor, yeah. Wait a minute, did you pay for my Belizian blowout just so I would shout the details of Gloria's party so you could outdo her?
Dr. Donna: Oh, look at you catching on. Kids, sorry to wake you. But I'm gonna leave these wristbands here in case any of you want to come ride our roller coaster. The mechanical kind, not the emotional one you've been on since you came through these doors.
Gloria: Get out of here! [to the kids] Not you, not you, not you.