Jay: Okay. In about an hour, a train goes through town that will get us close to Pebble Beach. Now, it's not technically a-a passenger train, so it won't be stopping.
Gloria: What?
Jay: So we gotta get running real good. No high-heeled shoes. And it wouldn't be wrong if we took that blanket with us, either, huh? So what do you say? Anybody up for a hobo adventure?

Gloria: Jay, this is getting crazy. Is it worth it?
Jay: I wanna see the old gang.
Gloria: Do you wanna see them or you want to show off to them? The private plane, the fancy watch. You still want to feel that you're the big kahuna on the campus.
Jay: That's not it. That's not even a thing.
Gloria: You know what? I'm taking Manny home. If you want to go in the takka-takka-takka-takka, okay. Go to Pebble Beach by yourself.

Jay: That's not the plan.
Gloria: If you wanna go there so bad, that's the only way you're gonna get there.
Jay: I'm not trying to get me there. I'm trying to get you there!
Gloria: What?
Jay: Look I may have exaggerated the size kahuna I was. I may not technically have been a kahuna. I was shy, and I spent most of my time on the bench.
Gloria: But you always made it sound like you-
Jay: Oh, I know what I made it sound like. People didn't expect much from me, and, um, they certainly didn't expect me to end up with somebody like you.
Gloria: So this is all about you parading me around like a trophy?
Jay: Yes.
Gloria: Why didn't you say so? I can be a trophy! Come on. We need to get this up to Pebble Beach.

Gloria: Manny! We're leaving! Get ready!
Manny: Oh, good. If we get out of here in the next ten minutes, we don't have to pay for the second hour.

Phil: So, what you doing all the way up here? Did someone snap?
Claire: A little. Yeah. I was mad at you for buying that stupid sports car.
Phil: I knew it!
Claire: And I was wrong. It's a great car. God, I had the best day. Phil, I did cartwheels.
Phil: Without me?
Claire: Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Andre: Uh-oh.
Phil: What?
Andre: I'm getting, like, a whiff of mildew.
Phil: I don't smell anything.
Andre: Yep. That's mildew.
Phil: Huh?
Andre: This car's been in the flood. It's a Katrina car! I'm offended that you tried to sell me a Katrina car, Phil!
Phil: Your wife won't let you have a convertible, will she?
Andre: We will never know, 'cause I'm afraid to ask. See you later, Phil.

Mitchell: All right, give me these flyers. I'm gonna take everything to this side of the homeless guy.
Cameron: Mitchell!
Mitchell: Sorry, what are we supposed to say now? Home-challenged? Or-