- Janet Wood: Jack, you've been trying to get next to every girl in your school.
- Jack Tripper: No, this is Debbie. She's the most delicious thing in my entire cooking class.
- Chrissy Snow: Well, what competition has she got, a plucked chicken?
- [snorts with laughter]
- Janet Wood: [enters kitchen] Jack...
- Jack Tripper: Yes?
- Janet Wood: It sounds like you kinda like this girl.
- Jack Tripper: Oh, you bet I do. And guess what?
- Janet Wood: What?
- Jack Tripper: She's coming over here. We're gonna put our lasagnas together.
- Chrissy Snow: That sounds like fun.
- [giggles]
- Jack Tripper: Well, Chrissy, it's a class project. We're gonna make a lasagna. We're gonna make the sauce over here, and the pasta at Debbie's place.
- Janet Wood: Well, why don't you make everything over here?
- Jack Tripper: Because that way I'd never get into Debbie's apartment.
- [Janet reacts scornful]
- Jack Tripper: She happens to be a great cook, Janet.
- Janet Wood: Uhm.
- Jack Tripper: No one can touch her pasta.
- Chrissy Snow: I'm sure you'll try.
- Jack Tripper: You got it all wrong with Debbie. She's different. She's pure and wholesome and... and virtuous. Whatever happened to girls like that?
- Janet Wood: They all went out with guys like you.
- Debbie: [as Jack steers her away] I can see the bedroom later?
- Jack Tripper: [pats her on the head] I'm counting on it.
- Debbie: [as they sit close together on the sofa] Don't you think we should be cooking?
- Jack Tripper: [other ideas in mind] That's what I say.