Whatever happened to badminton and curling? Curling's worth watching just for the pants. The real staring contest is trying to watch a match without being distracted by Norway's legs.

[ Jeez, is there anything she likes? Anything anyone's allowed to like? Ever? ]

When I say "you're not in Mega-City One", do you even hear me? Sugar's not banned here, and it's probably not addictive anymore. They don't have meat, they don't have real cheese, I don't want to know what my coffee's doused with, what makes you think the sugar is real?

[ ... she's doing this to irritate him now. He knows it. She just wants to see him squirm like he just stuck bubblegum in Susie Lawson's ponytail. ]

Robbie. You're not my third grade teacher. If I call you the name of your choosing, you call me mine. I'd rather you do Speedball than Robert. It's so... old.

[ It is, but he's not eighty and somebody's great uncle. ]

I'm not ready for cardigans and butterscotches. Nobody calls me Robert until I've got a pocketful of Werthers.