Shawn Spencer: Can I just say what I... what I came here to say, please?
[Juliet sighs, turns to face Shawn]
Shawn Spencer: I have a motorcycle.
Juliet O'Hara: [frowns] Yes. You do.
Shawn Spencer: Yes, I do. And you know what? It is... it is the purest form of freedom that I have ever experienced. You zip through traffic, park anywhere, you never have to take anyone to the airport, you certainly don't have to help anyone move. Easily the best purchase I've ever made in my life, and I have never regretted it, not for one second.
Juliet O'Hara: Great. You love your motorcycle. Is there a point to this?
Shawn Spencer: Yeah, there's a point. The point is, since I met you, I... I've been thinking about getting a car.
Juliet O'Hara: [smiles] And you're not thinking something... practical or... sensible...
Shawn Spencer: Oh, God, no. I'm not throwing in the towel altogether.
Carlton Lassiter: Spencer, Guster, I cannot help you anymore.
Shawn Spencer: Wait, you've helped us before?
Carlton Lassiter: I swear, I am going to leave you to rot in this backward, rain-drenched den of politeness.
Carlton Lassiter: No offense.
Corporal Robert Mackintosh: None taken. I like your suit.