Peggy: Another Superbowl, another can of Scotchgard. It would be a lot simpler if you would just ask Bill not to wipe his hands on the cushions.
Hank: I got a better idea. You sit here and Boomhauer, Dale, me and Bobby will sit here.
We'll do a zone defense around the chips.
Peggy: What if Bill tries scrambling around the coffee table?
Hank: He doesn't have that kind of quickness, Peggy. Not anymore.