Benjamin Dingle: What's your name?
Joe Carter: Carter.
Benjamin Dingle: Bill Carter?
Joe Carter: Joe Carter.
Benjamin Dingle: I used to know a fellow named Bill Carter.
Joe Carter: Wasn't me.
Benjamin Dingle: Don't you suppose I know that?
Joe Carter: What'd you ask for, then?
Benjamin Dingle: I guess I know what Bill Carter looked like.
Joe Carter: Not like me.
Benjamin Dingle: Oh, then, you know Bill Carter.
Joe Carter: No, I don't, but he sounds like a great guy.
Joe Carter: What do you do?
Benjamin Dingle: I'm a well-to-do, retired millionaire. How 'bout you?
Joe Carter: Same.
Connie Milligan: You - look messy. Don't you ever brush your hair?
Joe Carter: I suppose Mr. Pendergast combs his hair every hour, on the hour.
Connie Milligan: Mr. Pendergast has no hair.
Connie Milligan: Do you smoke in bed?
Benjamin Dingle: No, I sleep in bed.
Connie Milligan: Do I smell smoke?
Benjamin Dingle: Only the smoke of burning memories, Miss Milligan, rising from the smoldering embers from my romantic youth.
Connie Milligan: You've been shushing me for 22 months now. You've shushed your last shush.
