Stevie: Um, If I may, what are you planning on doing with a pile of wood?
David: Oh. Um... A family of moths seem to have mistaken my cashmere sweaters for an Atlantic City all-you-can-eat buffet. And I plan on putting a stop to that. So I'm building a cedar chest for my knits.
Stevie: You're planning on building a cedar chest?
David: That's correct.
Stevie: You are. You're gonna build it?
David: It's a box! So you're just nailing some planks of wood together. Anyway, if you've seen the state of my sweaters, you'd know that I have very little choice in the matter.

Twyla: Yeah, the Jazzagals is our singing group.
Moira: A singing group? What fun.
Twyla: Yeah, Jocelyn started it a few years ago, and it's been great. We even went to New York once.
Moira: Oh, a trip to the big city. How grand! Let me guess, a bucket of shrimp in Times Square, followed by a "Lion King" matinee!
Twyla: No, actually, we performed in Central Park.
Moira: C- Central Park? Really?

Mutt: Uh, hey, I just came by for Alexis, she wanted me to grab some uh-
David: Cute looks for the barn?
Mutt: Cute looks for- Yeah.

Jocelyn: You wanna audition for the Jazzagals?
Moira: Au-Audition? Uh, though I'm sure you mean no offence, in the actual world of entertainment, I'm what's known as, "offer only."
Jocelyn: Moira, I know you're a great singer, everybody has to audition, and I can't have you not audition, it would open up a whole can of worms. I mean, even Gwen had to audition, and she was in a regional production of "Annie."
Moira: Who hasn't been?

Johnny: If I may, an observation? To run a business, you have to be here to run the business. You have to be here to deal with your clients. That's what I've been doing all afternoon.
Bob: You got some clients, that's great news.
Johnny: No, I was dealing with your customers.
Bob: Well, thank you, Johnny, That's a refreshing change of attitude.

Johnny: Bob, you're never here. And while you were gone, I helped a customer fill his tire with air, I helped an elderly woman add oil to her car, and I sold the '93 Buick for $350 dollars. You've got to be here to run your business!
Bob: Whoa, you have been busy! Listen, uh tell me just a little more about selling that Buick.
Johnny: Well, it's a funny story. This guy came in supposedly for directions. Okay, but anyone with a background in sales could see how he was eyeballing that Buick. So I slow play it. I pretend I don't notice. And then he sort of mentions the Buick. So I hem and haw, textbook stuff, I tell him, you know, oh, there's a lot of interest in that particular vehicle.
You know, I'm playing the guy like a bow fiddle. Then he finally admits this is the kind of car that he's been looking for. Oh, really? Says I. That's when I go in for the kill. Long story short, he forks over $350 dollars cash. And you're welcome. Certain instincts you just don't lose. It's like riding a bike.
Bob: Well, funny you should use that expression. Because Dick Sinson is gonna be riding his bike until we can get his car back for him!
Johnny: Who's Dick Simpson?
Bob: I couldn't tell 'ya. But Dick Sinson is the fella whose car you just sold. He brought it in for a brake job. I don't recall him wanting to sell it.
Johnny: Oh.

David: This is really nice of you. Thank you very much.
Mutt: Yeah, well, I can't not jump in and help when I see someone doin' something wrong.
David: Was it wrong, or was it just unconventional?
Mutt: No, it was wrong.
David: Okay, well, I'm not gonna argue with you, 'cause I need you to keep working, we're in too deep.

Mutt: And I live alone, and now someone is there all the time. Which is great.
David: Uh huh.
Mutt: But just not every day. And I just don't know what to say.
David: Well, she sort of fades into the background after a while, you know, like a smoke alarm.
Mutt: Are you just saying that because you don't want her to move back here?
David: Yes, I am!

Moira: It did seem like a few of them might've had some training, but what I bring is a certain sophistication, improvisation, showmanship!
Johnny: I'm sure you wowed them, honey.
Moira: Oh, John, there were definitely lots of surprised looks.
Johnny: Well, they've probably never heard the real deal.
Moira: I suppose! Oh John, it felt so good to be working the old muscles again! Riding the melody, bending the notes!

Johnny: Well, they must've enjoyed it sweetheart, if they asked you to join.
Moira: Mm. I know. I only wish you could've been there, John. It would've been so nice to have you to sing to.
Johnny: Well, I'm sorry I missed it.
Moira: [singing] In your dreams I'll soon caress your Mmm-mmm In your dreams I'll huzzle lovingly
Johnny: Sweetheart.
Moira: Boncha boom da da Between you and me
Johnny: Honey?
Moira: I was older darling dream with me