Henry: Guess what severly incapacitated man wrote six-hundred pages in two days?
Ian: Stop throwing Stephen King in my face.
Ian: He's the reason I'm not living on the street stealing breadsticks off tables at outdoor cafes.
Henry: You do that now.
Ian: For fun, not survival.
Rod: Hey, Ian Stark, can I check out the rest of your pad?
Ian: Knock yourself out.
Rod: No, my doctor told me to stop doing that.
Ian: (To Henry) Why do you smell like a daycare center in Calcutta?
Ian: That's amazing.
Henry: That's creepy.
Ian: What's your girlfriend's glove size?
Henry: Six and a half.
Ian: That's creepy.
Supposedly, this convinced NBC brass to give Steven Weber his own series, Cursed, later The Weber Show. (Apparently, seven years co-starring on Wings was besides the point.)