David: (to Carlos) How are you going to smuggle the stem cells into the States? Are you going to hide them in a tub of butter brickle ice cream?
(Mayko walks into David's apartment, just as Bob is shutting the door)
Mayko: So, what are we having for dinner?
Bob: I brought wine! I didn't want it to go bad.
David: (pointedly) Hello Mayko.
Bob: (with a nervous laugh) Yeah, hey. So I froze it in my ice cube trays.
David: That's a good idea.
Bob: Now it's melting.
Mayko: Think of it as ice wine.
Lloyd: What do you know about long term non-progressors?
Carlos: I've dated a few.