Patrick: I'm tired.
David: Oh, okay. Well, you know what, we should probably get you over to the bed.
Patrick: Okay. You know what I really wanna do with you?
David: Uh-huh. Ethically speaking, I don't think we can do that with you in this state.
Patrick: Have a baby.
David: 'Kay, we will make a baby as soon as you sober up.
Patrick: Oh no, not make a baby. Have a baby. Like I wanna have like a little baby with you. And we could just love it and hold it and bounce it.
David: Yeah, that's a... that's a big one-eighty.
Patrick: You would be such a good dad.
David: Have we met?
Patrick: I wish you were my dad.
David: Okay, now we're just spiraling off in all directions.

Twyla: Oh, it's too bad you won't be there tonight. It would've been nice to cheer you on.
Jocelyn: Yeah, and my plus-one, Janet from the Elmdale Chronicle, would've really loved a quote.
Moira: Well, you might want to tell your friend Janet that there just may be a bombshell attendee after all.
Twyla: [gasps] Yay! A premiere! Oh, I don't know if I have anything fancy enough to wear.
Moira: Oh, my default is always formal, but I'm sure no one will bat a side-eye at black-tie casual. Oh, but do pack eye-drops! The film's first third is densely packed with exposition, and you won't want to blink.
Jocelyn: Are you sure it's okay that we haven't seen the first two movies?
Moira: Oh, it's actually best. A lot of this film blatantly contradicts what's been established in the first two.

Twyla: Well, I'm still excited. It reminds me of that time that Renée Zellweger's brother came in here, and I got him to sign a menu. I mean, he spelled his name differently, but I swear it was him.