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Heather: I thought we were having Veal Oscar? Diane: There are remnants of it in the sauce.

Diane: Do you have reservations? Sam: Plenty of them, but I can anyway.

Heather: I sure like Sam. Diane: Slut!

Diane: I have a special recipe to try, my own Veal Oscar. Carla: That's the award you get if you can act like you like it.

Cliff: Yup. Look at that Norm. Just like the rest of them. All hung up on looks, personality, and style.

Diane (to Heather): That's Carla, she likes witty repartee. She's just not capable of it.

Diane: How can you be eating now? Sam: I've eaten through worse than this.

Sam: I'll tell you something else I haven't had much experience saying no to women. The closest I've come is "Not now, we're landing."