Mandy: [o.s.] You are not playing with my friend's son!
Georgie: [o.s.] I'm a grown man, I can play with whoever I want.
Jim: Trouble in paradise.
Mandy: [enters] We're back.
Audrey: We heard.
Mandy: CeeCee good?
Audrey: Sound asleep.
Jim: You two okay?
Mandy: I don't want to talk about it.
Jim: All righty.

Mandy: Okay, how do I look?
Jim: Beautiful as always.
Audrey: A little too much cleavage.
Mandy: Well, when I'm not working for tips, I'll cover up.
Audrey: Is that the lesson you want to teach your daughter?
Mandy: Are you kidding? These are all I am to her.

Jim: You're workin' for Fagenbacher?
Georgie: What can I say? He knows talent when he sees it.
Audrey: Freddy gave you a job?
Mandy: Please don't say "Freddy" and "job" in the same sentence.

Audrey: It's gonna go great.
Mandy: Yeah, I think so, too.
Audrey: So, are you feeling more confident about all this?
Mandy: Yeah. Yeah, I can do this. You know, I bet it goes so well that they ask me to fill in again next week. And then they'll probably recommend me to the affiliate in Houston, and... and then they'll offer me the job and I'll have to tell Georgie we need to move and he's not gonna want to and it's gonna be a huge fight and I don't want to move CeeCee away from her grandparents but this is my dream job! [goes back into the dressing room]
Audrey: Look at the bright side: maybe you'll stink.

Jim: Okay. We know it's not a tangible object.
Audrey: It can't be bought. It's odorless. And it's in this room right now.
Jim: We only have one question left. We have to guess.
Audrey: What are you thinking? [Jim whispers in Audrey's ear] Agreed. Go for it.
Jim: Are you time?
Connor: Ooh, good guess.
Jim: Did we get it?
Connor: No.
Jim: Son of a bitch!
Audrey: Damn it!
Jim: So, what was it?
Connor: Sorry, you're out of questions.
Jim: You're really not gonna tell us?
Connor: Thanks for playing. [exits]
Audrey: You get back here right now and you tell us!
Jim: I don't know why you like him.

Mandy: Can't believe I just spent my Friday night playing bridge with my parents. I'm a hundred years old.
Georgie: Guess that makes me only 89. Sorry.

Georgie: In the meantime, you're looking pretty good for an old lady.
Mandy: Oh, really? Is that so?
Georgie: That is so. What do you say I get you out of them bloomers and see what happens?
Mandy: "Bloomers"?
Georgie: Ain't that what you old biddies wear under your frock?
Mandy: Please stop talking.