Gidget: Well, my dad says the art of conversation is dying; in fact, he says it's practically dead. He says...
Toby: You know, your dad sure says a lot, and you have to repeat everything he says.
Gidget: Well, why shouldn't I? You got something against my dad?
Toby: No. I, I figure I can hold my own with the rest of the guys who want to date ya, but a father is unfair competition!
Gidget: Well, he's not competing with you.
Toby: Then, why does he keep forgetting to tell you when I call?
Gidget: He's not an answering service. Besides, I think he's always treated you very well.
Toby: What about the time he turned the hose on me?
Gidget: That was an accident.
Toby: But he enjoyed it. We've been introduced like, what? 20 times, and he still forgets my name: 'hey, what's his name is here'. Boy!
Gidget: My father has a lot more important things to remember than your loopy name.
Toby: You know, you two got a closed corporation; you got your father and your father's got you. Who needs anybody else?
Gidget: Toby Prentice, I think I've heard just about enough about me and my father!
Toby: That makes two of us.
