(After she listens to the message on the answering machine, Fred tells her to get her ass down to Battery Park)
Faith: Get my ass down here?
Fred: There you are! ... What are you wearin'?
Faith: I'm sorry, 'get my ass down here'? What are you, some kind of Neanderthal man now?
Leroy: Lady, you have to come on so strong?
Fred: Mind your business.
Leroy: Her screamin' is my business. I got a bad headache and a worse attitude.
Bosco: Hit her, Leroy. Lift up your little gloves and go hit her.
Faith: Bosco, what are you doing here?
Bosco: I'm winnin' a truck.
Fred: Why didn't you answer the phone last night?
Faith: Because I was out.
Fred: All night?
Faith: Don't worry about it.
Fred: You dressed like that?
Bosco: If I was you Fred, I'd give in right now and go save your marriage.
Faith: Bosco, you get your ass on the other side of that truck. Don't make me come after you. (Bosco shuts up and moves to the other side of the truck)
Leroy (laughs): Hey, lady, I changed my mind, you can stay here as long as you like.
Faith: We had this whole weekend planned, Fred. We were gonna be alone together, really alone for the first time since Emily was born. And you gave that all up for this stupid truck. You know what, you're havin' the weekend you want, I'm gonna go have the weekend that I want.
Fred: Where you goin'?
Faith: I'm going to an art gallery opening.
Fred: You never want to go to stuff like that.
Faith: Well, you never want to spend the whole weekend with your hands on a truck. So, isn't this great? We're growing! (walks off)
Bosco: That is some outfit. (Fred gives him a look)