Beverly: Well, what do I do now? I already rejected him when we were on the yearbook committee.
Erica: Oh, don't worry. Men are just lifeless lumps of clay begging to be manipulated. Watch and learn.
Geoff: Hey, hon, it's your turn on diaper duty. And, sorry, it's atomic.
Erica: There's the guy I picked. I just wanted to take a second before I change the diaper to compliment you.
Geoff: Okay, take two seconds. This fella isn't above receiving a word bouquet.
Erica: Your thighs are looking so attractive.
Geoff: What? You can see them through my relaxed-fit corduroys?
Erica: Oh, big time! Have you been hitting that machine that nobody uses at the gym?
Geoff: It's always the least sweaty, so, yeah.
Erica: Well, hubba-hubba. [chuckles] I just wish that I had the time to get some reps in myself. I must look so gross to you.
Geoff: Impossible. You are a vision.
Erica: Well, maybe I'll just let myself go, be one of the big ladies in the "Guinness Book." You know, they're smiling in the picture, so maybe they're happy.
Geoff: Okay, you know what? I have an idea. Why don't I just worry about Muriel and you take all the time you need to feel your best?
Erica: My gracious! What a crazy idea you totally came up with. All right, now hustle off, 'cause the stink is hitting my nose hairs. [Geoff walks off with Muriel] Dumb and done. Good luck with your crush.