Phil: Never too late to start training for next year! Let's loosen up first with some exercises. Lamalick. Dizzy Gillespie. Tiffy pop it. Hold it. And out. Tiffy...
Luke: Dad, I don't think I can ever eat another hot dog again.
Phil: Yeah, I thought you might feel this way. [on the phone] Hey, you there?
Lily: What?
Phil: We're having some trouble getting these bad boys down.
Lily: I'm not surprised, you pathetic losers. You two disgust me more than what's in those hot dogs. What's the hold up? Are we saving our bodies for bikini season, ladies?
Luke: She's good.
Phil: She better be. She's expensive.