Sean Lincoln: [trying to enter their gated community] Wallace, you know us. We go through this every day.
Beverly Lincoln: How can you not remember? We waved to you when we left this morning.
Wallace: Everybody waves.
[Beverly and Sean shake their heads in disbelief]
Sean Lincoln: Lincoln.
Wallace: [scanning his list] Lincoln.
Sean Lincoln: Lincoln. With an "L"...
Beverly Lincoln: Like the car, the tunnel in New York, your dead president.
Matt LeBlanc: Don't let them force you to cast anyone you don't want.
Beverly Lincoln: All right.
Matt LeBlanc: I mean it. If they start pushing you around, let me be the bad guy.
Sean Lincoln: Really?
Matt LeBlanc: Oh, yeah, yeah. It's a lot harder for them to fuck with me than fuck with you. Besides, Merc and I go way back. I've known him since he ran NBC Sports and used to get me Laker Girls.
Jamie Lapidus: Welcome to L.A. So, are you ready to go back to England yet?
[Sean and Beverly laugh]
Sean Lincoln: Hardly.
Beverly Lincoln: In a heartbeat.
Carol Rance: Um, would you mind not mentioning to anyone that I've been in the master bedroom?
Sean Lincoln: All right... Oh.
Carol Rance: I just wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression.
Sean Lincoln: Absolutely.
Carol Rance: "She's sleeping with her boss." Wouldn't wanna be *that* girl.
Sean Lincoln: No...
[they laugh awkwardly]
Sean Lincoln: Especially since his wife is blind.
Carol Rance: Right! Because that would make me...
Sean Lincoln: A monster!
Carol Rance: Yes!
Carol Rance: Rawr!
[prolonged awkward laughter]
Carol Rance: Even if it started before she went...
Sean Lincoln: Still not good.