Vicki: I don't know whether to drink this or use it to take the rust off my patio furniture.
Vicki: Somebody tell me there's a cement mixer running and that the grinding is not my head.
Mike: Well, since when does an unarmed guy just walk away from you?
Mike: Vicki, it's pitch black. You're half blind...I said that last part out loud, didn't I?
Vicki: Uh-huh.
Vicki: Since you've know me, since when has anyone put anything in my head I didn't want there?
Mike: OK. You say you're good, you're good. I believe you.
Vicki: You know what, Mike? You know what I hate more than the pity is this macho overprotective crap. I can take care of myself.
Mike: Garbage can, 12 o'clock.
Henry: I knew you wouldn't be able to stay away.
Vicki: You're one of those guys who's riddled with self-doubt, aren't you?
Henry: I have a fair opinion of myself and hundreds of years of positive reinforcement.
Vicki: How many times do I have to tell you? Don't bite the bartender!
Henry: You're going to keep doing this? Coming up for answers for everything I say.
Vicki: Only if you keep saying things.
Coreen: She took my mouth away.
Vicki: I'd love to learn that trick sometime.