Jess: I'd like you to realize, someday, that a nice, sweet guy who just happens to have a lil' squeaker is just as attractive as a guy with a blue-ribbon hog that's ready for market.
Nick: Honey, if you have a blue-ribbon hog, you don't take it to the market, you breed that pig.
Winston: 'Cause what's he gonna do at the market?
Jess: Shut up, Nick.
Winston: You know what I mean?
Nick: Winston, honestly...
Jess: I'm sure the national organization of women will look forward to your donation.
Nick: Hey, boys, why don't you push heavy up?
Coach: Get 'em, heavy.
Nick: [shakes Jess's hand] We got us a bet.