Jamie: What's-her-name heard us telling people stuff, so I had to say *something*!
Paul: So that's what you came up with? That we are crazy?
Jamie: No, just-you.
Waiter: Et Monsieur?
Paul: Yah-- I'm going to have a (looks at the menu) a Reuben. And the fries of your people.
Paul: I wouldn't say I invented it, but I said to Lipton: you've got a cup, you've got noodles, you do the math!
Jamie: I'm really tired of being your parents.
Paul: Well, we already left ourselves behind, so who else have you got?
Paul: (sitting down) Yaaaarghhhhhhhhh!!
Jamie: What's the matter?
Paul: I'm supposed to be my father. You sit, you announce it!