Pops: Hey, what's-her-name was plenty special. What was her name? Umm, Tawny? Tammy? Taffy? Ta- Is Taffy a name?

Beverly: Please, dad, let me find you just one woman. You could even write down what you want, and I'll find it. I'm that good.
Pops: No one's that good.

Beverly: Off to our big double date. Burned through a hundred dollars in international phone calls, but I found Pops a perfect dream woman, so wish me luck. I mean wish Pops luck. Not that he needs any luck. He's always getting lucky. Not like that. I've had some iced wine. I'm excited! How's my hair?

Pops: This is some real bad timing. See, I'm already on a date. Uh, two, actually. Stella and Lucy.
Sandra: Sandra.
Lorraine: Lorraine.
Beverly: Well, whoever you are, please excuse us.
Pops: I gotta start bringing some name tags.

Beverly: Please help me talk some sense into this man. Mom's been gone for ten years. He's dated at least five different women a week. That's over 2,000 women.
Pops: You're saying something that's good, but you're saying it like it's bad.