Lynda: Now, when we get inside, Annie will distract Lindsey and we go upstairs to the first bedroom on the right. Got it?
Bob: First, I rip your clothes off.
Lynda: Don't rip my blouse. It's expensive, you idiot.
Bob: Then I rip my clothes off, then I rip Lindsey's clothes off. Yeah, I think I got it.
Lynda: So Annie, are we still on for tonight?
Annie: I wouldn't want to get you in deep trouble, Lynda.
Lynda: Oh, come on, Annie! Bob and I have been planning it for weeks.
Annie: All right, the Wallaces leave at seven.
Laurie: I'm babysitting the Doyles, it's two houses down. We can keep each other company.
Annie: Oh, terrific. I've got three choices: watch the kid sleep, listen to Lynda screw around, or talk to you.
Riff Randell: Tom Roberts is so boring his brother is an only child.
