- Tiffany Malloy: [entering, bare legs, bare midriff] Hi, Mom.
- [Jennie is looking past her]
- Tiffany Malloy: What are you looking at?
- [spots hunky painter boy on ladder]
- Tiffany Malloy: Oh!
- [walks closer to inspect]
- Matt Cochran: Hi.
- Tiffany Malloy: [dismayed, runs back] Oh, Mom, I am confused, I feel hot, I'm sweating, I can't take my eyes off him, what does this mean?
- Jennie Malloy: Oh,honey.
- [looks into her eyes]
- Jennie Malloy: It's just animal attraction. Resist temptation. It only leads to the dreaded P word.
- [mimics a bulging tummy]
- Tiffany Malloy: Poverty?
- Jennie Malloy: Well, actually, I meant pregnancy, but that is the car pool lane to poverty.
- Tiffany Malloy: Oh, my head understands, but my body... Mommy, my legs are wobbly, my heart is racing, things are tingling which have never tingled before. This must be what it feels like to meet me.
- Jennie Malloy: I don't ask for much. You know, I don't even care about the sex.
- Jack Malloy: Yeah, believe me, that comes through.