Phil: Happy Valentine's, by the way.
Claire: Mmm, no. Gross and sweaty from running. So, for later tonight, you thinking what I'm thinking, valentine?
Phil: I believe I am.
[aside to camera:]
Phil: Every Valentine's Day, Claire and I look forward to some naughty role-playing. Sexually adventurous cuckolder Juliana and Clive Bixby, speaker salesman by day, spy by night. Lover also by night and sometimes during the day. The speaker business, it it pretty much runs itself.

Gloria: Jay, they delayed Sonia's flight until tomorrow. Why don't we cancel our dinner reservation and the three of us celebrate Valentine's here?
Sonia: You don't have to do that for me, Gloria. I usually spend Valentine's Day selling artificial flowers near the well in my village.
Jay: Where do you people live, National Geographic?

Phil: I must say, Juliana, you're the last person I expected to see here tonight.
Claire: Well, with any luck, you'll be the last person I do see tonight.
Phil: [chuckles] Oh, my God.
Claire: Phil, I've had my eye on you for years. I'm just so happy we're finally gonna get some alone time. I'm not scaring you, am I?
Phil: Quite the contrary. Most women who meet me almost instantly ask for some alone time.