Larry: I'm sorry my son sold us out. Rita: Why are you apologizing? You were trying to make amends. Larry: And apparently they'd all be better off if I were dead. Rita: Well, that may be true but I would be bereft.
Cliff: Chief! We've got a live one! Fresh off the knuckle! Niles: What the hell were you thinking? Cliff: I'm thinking this perfectly good touching stick is my ticket to being able to feel. Niles: We agreed. No brutality. Cliff: And I agreed but this finger literally fell into my lap.
