Nancy: What's that?
George: What?
Nancy: On- On your hand? Let me see what's on your hand.
George: Nothing. I don't know. Just a little dirt.
Nancy: Give me that. [grabs his hand] I wanna see what's on your hand. "Number one. Take her leg..." Oh, my god! Crib notes? You've got crib notes?!!
George: It's a very complicated move! I couldn't remember it all.
Nancy: Oh, my God, you're sick. [gets out of bed]
George: You know, it's not the S.A.T.s!