Lionel: [shelling peas] Now, you'll tell me when I've done enough, won't you?
Jean: Oh, yes. Everybody should be told when they've done enough.
Jean: I shan't be long now.
Lionel: I didn't ask you how long you were going to be.
Jean: No, I know you didn't ask, but you keep looking at your watch.
Lionel: I do not.
Jean: Oh, what are you doing when you keep doing
[looks at her wrist]
Lionel: It's a nervous tic I've developed.
Jean: Well I shan't be long.
Lionel: Take as long as you like. I'm not doing anything except sitting here with my nervous tic.
Jean: Look, well I shan't be long now.
Alistair: You knew Judy was going out, didn't you?
Sandy: Yes, I did.
Alistair: Guys can get hurt as well, Sandy. Very deeply hurt.
Sandy: Yes, I know they can, Alistair, but you're not one of them so stop overacting. Let's face it, you got just what you deserved.
Alistair: You're probably right. So... What're you doing this evening?
Sandy: [checking the contents of Jean's briefcase] She's at it again. I did all these figures this morning. I'm getting fed up with this; either I'm trusted or I'm not.
Judith Hanson: Well, you *are* the one going through the boss's briefcase.
Alistair: Jean didn't put me up to this; cross my heart, Lye, and hope to become unattractive to women.