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.