Peggy: Bud, was I a good mother?
Bud: Well, you must have been. I was the only 8-month-old baby who knew how to change his own diaper.
Peggy: Al, our Baby's gone. Hold me.
Al: I didn't hold you, when we conceived her. Why should I start now?
Marcy: Al, I'd like you to meet my new boyfriend, Sam. Al, tell Sam, what you do for a living.
Al: I … I sell shoes.
Marcy: (her hand stops, Sam gives her money) And how long have you been doing this?
Al: Twenty years.
Marcy: (gets more money from Sam) And finally, exactly how old are the socks you're wearing on your feet?
Al: (smirks) Not quite as old as the hair on your legs (he takes all the money).
Al: Peg, I suspect your mind much like the lost continent of Atlantis no longer appears on any map.