Darrin Stephens: Listen, honey, if we don't come up with something on the Kingsley potato chip account, I may have to bring Larry home to work with me tonight.
Samantha Stephens: That's alright.
Darrin Stephens: Two weeks? Twelve hours a day, and nothing. Where's my case?
Samantha Stephens: Here.
Darrin Stephens: I don't understand it. I've never hit a dry spell like this before.
Samantha Stephens: Well, you'll think of something.
[Darrin walks out the door, straight past Samantha]
Samantha Stephens: Haven't you forgotten something?
[Darrin kisses her]
Samantha Stephens: Good.
Larry Tate: How can you say something like that with such enthusiasm?
Darrin Stephens: I always get enthusiastic when I'm desperate.
Larry Tate: I've noticed that. Whenever you leap to your feet and start to yell I know it's going to be a bomb.
Larry Tate: [to Darrin] You're no good to me like this. Miserable, sleepy, grumpy. I get enough of that at home.
Darrin Stephens: Put it out of your mind, Larry. There's nothing you can do or say that'll make me go.
Larry Tate: You're fired.
Darrin Stephens: I'll go.
Samantha Stephens: Okay. I guess I've used up my quota of witchcraft for the weekend.
Darrin Stephens: For the weekend? For the whole year.
Samantha Stephens: Why don't we just leave it the way it is? What possible harm could it do?
Darrin Stephens: Every time you say that, I feel like taking out accident insurance.
Darrin Stephens: Okay, I'll call Fred Hinkle in the morning.
Samantha Stephens: Who's Fred Hinkle?
Darrin Stephens: My insurance agent.
Darrin Stephens: I can't understand it. I had the car checked just before we left.
Samantha Stephens: Does that little needle pointing to "E" mean anything?
Darrin Stephens: Yes, it means I forgot to get gas. The last station's about six miles back. It's a long walk.
Samantha Stephens: It certainly is.