Peter: You're late. Why?
Neal: I'm at the bank, helping Sara out.
Peter: Ah, domestic partnership. Hey, does she make you iron your shirts in the morning?
Teller: Mother's maiden name?
Neal: Uh, Mitchell. (to Peter) Elizabeth has to make you iron your shirts?
Peter: If I'm wearing a jacket, you can only see the middle.
Teller: Street you grew up on?
Neal: Uh, Portage Avenue.
Peter: Who are you talking to?
Neal: I am with the bank teller. Did you call to find out if my shirt has wrinkles?