Bea: Burt, honey, why don't you come over and sit with us?
Burt: I'm fine here.
Bea: We'd really like it if you would sit and join the party.
Burt: I'm part of the party right here.
Bea: [shouts] Sit! [Burt sighs]
Red: So, Burt, you're lookin' fit.
Burt: Dry heat and central air. That's the key.
Red: Uh-huh.
Burt: I've even got an air-conditioned garage. We can go from the house to the car without ever feeling the heat.
Eric: Wow. They literally never have to breathe fresh air. Wow.
Bea: Who needs it?
Red: Yep. [forced chuckle] Well, those are some real nice sandals, Burt. Hardly ever see those on men.
Bea: Also made by the handicapped Indian. What spirit.