- Michael: Trevor.
- Trevor: Hey, Mikey! Fancy seeing you down on Earth completely illegally. Sweet outfit. Dick Tracy called, he said you're a buttface and he's been plowing your mom.
- Michael: Hey, well, Dick Tracy called me too, first, and he said he was about to call you and say a lie about me that was actually true about you instead.
- Tahani Al-Jamil: Darling, do you remember all the rules about what can and cannot be worn inside an MRI? More specifically, what if one's brassiere is very thin, but also very pure gold?
- Eleanor Shellstrop: I don't know, but I'm in a similar "situ-aysh," because the sports bra I'm wearing is kind of rust-colored underneath the armpits, so I guess we'll roll the dice together.
- Janet: [disguised as a waitress] Can I get you started with some drinks? Our specialty cocktail tonight is the Fourth of July. It's half an apple pie blended with Southern Comfort and Coca-Cola, served in a Chevy hubcap.
- Hortense: Hey, dudes, welcome to the Cowboy Skyscraper Buffet.
- Trevor: Oh, hey, can we get the Florida table? They absolutely nail the swamp stench.
- Hortense: Oh, someone's seated there. But if you purchase our Manifest Destiny package for $30, you can have anyone you want forcibly removed from the table.
- Eleanor Shellstrop: We'll just sit anywhere.
- Hortense: When your table's ready, this gun'll go off.
- Chidi Anagonye: [She hands Chidi a gun, who holds it by the handle with two fingers] I think this is real.