Vick: Why don't you give me some private swimming lessons, if you know what I mean.
Bridget: No, Vick, I will not give you private swimming lessons. And yes, Vick, I do know what you mean, Vick. Even though you're being so subtle about it, Vick. In fact, Vick, they know what you mean, Vick. Girls, why don't you tell Vick what we tell guys like Vick?
Girls: Yeah right, Vick!
(Jim throws his shoe at the TV to kill a bug)
Rory: You missed him.
Jim: I put the fear of God in him.