Dorothy: Stanley, why are you here?
Stan: Michael and I made plans to see each other tonight. You know, a real father-son evening, where we can rap and share our feelings and create good vibes.
Dorothy: I can dig it. Where are you taking him?
Stan: The Hacienda Hut. Thought I'd show the kid the town, give him some quality time. Maybe it'll make up for never teaching him how to ride a bicycle.
Blanche: Stanley, how come I've never seen you at the Hacienda Hut?
Stan: I never have to stay long. I'm a chick magnet. That's why they call me Mr. Lucky.
Dorothy: You mean, for 38 years I was Mrs. Lucky and never knew it? What about the present Mrs. Lucky? Does she know what a maggot you are?
Stan: Magnet, Dorothy. Magnet.