Bob: [runs up] Hey, Johnny. Keepin' busy, or, uh, hardly workin'?
Johnny: Well, first of all, Bob, that's not the expression.

Stevie: There's a tool shed out back, the other side of the motel.
David: Okay.
Stevie: Will you be requiring a tool box?
David: Maybe? Um, let's go with yes, just to be safe.
Stevie: Will you be needing your basic toolbox, or your "cedar chest" tool box?
David: Obviously the cedar chest tool box!
Stevie: Oh, that's in the shed. It's a big wooden box, with the words, "tools to make a cedar chest" carved into the side of it, so it's really clear...
David: Okay. I'm assuming you're kidding. Um... But in the off chance that you're not, where in the shed would I find that box?
Stevie: [mouths] Wow.
David: You're kidding.

Moira: Honestly, David, why are you not ready?
David: I'm not going. How is it that a moth can find its way into a triple locked titanium suitcase?!
Moira: The perils of owning cashmere. Alexis! Please, dear!
David: Alexis hasn't been here for a week and a half. She's at Mutt's.
Moira: Well, that's simply not true. I had breakfast with her just yesterday.
David: That was me!
Moira: We had a lengthy conversation about hosiery and menopause.
David: Again, that was me.

Bob: [runs up] Hey, Johnny. I just went out and got me a muffin.
Johnny: Bob, a customer was just in here, and he was saying he had a problem with a muffler.
Bob: Oh yeah? What, uh, what'd it end up being?
Johnny: Well, I don't know, I didn't go out and look.
Bob: Oh?
Johnny: I'm not a mechanic!
Bob: Well, I don't expect you to know everything, but you know, if a client of yours came in here, I'd certainly talk to them.
Johnny: Well, I hope you wouldn't.
Bob: Well, not that I have to worry, I know you're a little low on clients.
Johnny: That's because I'm building a business, Bob. And right now I'm in strategy mode, looking for opportunities, and eventually I will implement a plan.
Bob: Well, if you feel like, uh, you might like to implement a muffler, be my guest. Because I can't afford to lose any customers right now, Johnny. Especially, ah, when I'm giving away free office space.

Bob: Oh, poor Dick. He loved that car. It was a gift from the church. He and his family hit on some hard times, and uh-
Johnny: Yeah, you know what, Bob? I'll tell 'ya, I will call Mr. Stinson, and apologize.
Bob: Well, you can apologize to Mr. Stinson until the cows come home, but I don't see how that is gonna help Dick Sinson!
Johnny: I'll fix it, Bob!
Bob: Here's hopin'.
Johnny: Ridiculous name! Sin- Sinson. Sinson! Dick Sin- Sinson!

Moira: Well, a little bird chirped in my ear about your singing group.
Jocelyn: Oh, you mean the Jazzagals?
Moira: Yes. At first I wondered aloud, why would a competitive vocal group not reach out to a trained chanteuse?
Jocelyn: Oh, we're just a group of gals.
Moira: Exactly. That's the answer. Small minds don't reach for the stars. No more! Not on my watch. Jocelyn, I am here!

David: Question. The cedar planks out behind the motel, are they being used for something, or are they up for grabs?
Stevie: How do you know it's cedar?
David: Um, I bought a cologne once, in Japan, that's supposed to smell like the aftermath of a car crashing into a cedar tree.
Stevie: Why would anyone wanna smell like that?

Moira: David! Alexis! Time to leave for breakfast.

Mutt: Can I tell you something? But you gotta promise not to tell Alexis.
David: Okay, um If you're experiencing feelings for me, like, I totally get it. And normally I'd be into it, I've just been down this road before, and it's- It's messy.
Mutt: No, it's about Alexis.
David: I see, okay.

Moira: You do realize I am a professional vocalist.
Twyla: Oh, really? I thought you were in like, a soap opera.
Moira: Oh, I didn't know you were a fan, thank you! My roots are in the theatre. Especially musicals. Anything "Andy" Webber.
Twyla: Wow. So did you record an album?
Moira: Oh, yes, you'll find me on ensemble tracks seven, nine, and thirteen of the original cast recording of Starlight- "Starlight Express."