Clem: Can't you see I love you, Antoine?
Mary: Wow. That was beautiful to watch, Howard. Like a surgeon or a concert pianist or something.
Howard: Thank you, Mary.
Stan: Um, Howard, you should get some sleep. I-I think I'll be fine now.
Clem: Why can't you see I love you, Antoine?
Joel: Hmm. Lucky me. Lay one on me. Don't call me Antoine. My name is Wally.
Clem: Yes, I know, but how can a woman love a man with a name like Wally?
Oh! Oh! What was that? Hey.
Joel: My God, there's people coming out of your butt.
Clem: There is?
Stan: Got it.