Red: Oh, no.
Leo: Yup, it's me. Hey, is my lady around?
Red: Leo, buddy, we gotta talk. You're getting me in a lot of trouble around here. Now, I'm begging you-
Kitty: [o.s.] Who is it, Red?
Red: Listen, hophead! I love that woman with a fiery passion that consumes my soul! That's right! So you can either walk out of here on your own or you can hop outta here with my boot in your ass!
Leo: Okay, I choose the one with nothing in my ass.
Red: Good choice!

Kitty: Well, Red that was a pretty good show you put on there. You poured it on with a "fiery passion that consumed your soul."
Red: Hey, if you think I'm putting on a show to get out of the doghouse, you're way off base. If I wanted to get out of trouble, I'd just tell you how pretty you look. Which I've been meaning to tell you. You do.
Kitty: Oh, stow it.
Red: Oh, fine. But, Kitty, you gotta understand. If I got mad at every guy that looked at you, I'd drive myself crazy. I don't even wanna think about all those patients down at the hospital making googly eyes at you.
Kitty: Not to mention the doctors.
Red: [sighs] Don't get me started on those perverts! They think the nursing staff is their own personal dating service. Glorified plumbers!
Kitty: Okay. All right, Red. You're getting very upset. In fact, you look downright miserable. That makes me so happy.

Leo: Hey, Red. Could you give these to your wife, please? And tell her I love her.
Red: I'll give her the message.
Leo: Thank you. [Red closes the door]
Red: Oh, boy! You got a date for the Stoners' Ball.
Kitty: "Roses are red. Violets are blue. Milk, eggs, coffee."