- Cassie McBain: [makes tuxedo-wearing Jack think she's looking at him] Ouch! Is that hot or what?
- Shane Phillips: Come to Mama!
- D.D. Cummings: My toes are starting to curl!
- Jack Wilde: [thinks they're talking about him] Thank you.
- Shane Phillips: Hmm.
- D.D. Cummings: Sorry.
- Shane Phillips: We were talking about the plasma screen. That's a new monitor, isn't it?
- Cassie McBain: [laughing eyes] You thought we were talking about you?
- D.D. Cummings: Oh, that would be so embarrassing.
- Shane Phillips: Wouldn't my face be red.
- Jack Wilde: So, how... exactly does it work? You sit around plotting all these various little ways to humiliate me?
- D.D. Cummings: Sometimes. Sure. Like over lunch.
- Shane Phillips: Or when we have a few spare moments in the car.
- Cassie McBain: Mostly it's just spur of the moment though.
- Jack Wilde: Let's make it a spur of some other moment. I've had a bad morning. I'm wearing a tuxedo because our next mission is a wedding, and I was trying it on and the saleslady stuck a pin in my thigh and her five-year-old boy spilled a grape juice box *all over* my clothes and I have to wear this while my things are getting dry-cleaned. And not to mention the fact that on the way over here, I get a two hundred dollar speeding ticket *and* a huge dent in my car when I get sideswiped by a huge yellow Humvee.
- D.D. Cummings: Our next mission is a wedding?
- Dr. Marks: [strokes her hand over the sheet before going] I'll go consult with another doctor, and we'll see what else comes up. I mean, we'll see what else you remember.
- Shane Phillips: You don't even care if I understand your jokes, right?
- D.D. Cummings: I care. But it's not critical.