Tom: Sorry, Ann. You can't open this gift. It's for the most beautiful girl in Pawnee. Hold up, hold up, hold up. Hold up, hold up, wait. That's you.
Ann: Wow.
Tom: Yeah, and look, I got one too. Matching His and Hers.
Ann: So I'm "Tommy's girl," and you're just "Tom"? Why not "Ann's man"?
Tom: [chuckles] Nobody owns me, cupcake, not even you.
Ann: You can either burn these hats in a fire, or you can use a blowtorch.
Tom: How about this option? We put the hats on-
Ann: Don't say it.
Tom: We take everything else off.