Joey: I just had a really good conversation with Sara.
Alex: I know, I read your lips. That was beautiful. I think I’m getting a little delirious. I saw Chewbacca walking through the Courtyard.
Joey: That was Michael, honey. He’s going to a convention. You’ve gotta get some sleep. Look, there is nothing going on over there. You get some rest. I’ll watch until she leaves, okay?
Joey: I’m just grabbing some food for Alex.
Gina: She is in your bedroom already? Looking for erotic comfort?
Joey: That’s what I thought. No, she’s up there spying on her husband.
Alex: This girl from his orchestra called and left a message that she was coming over to meet him today. She’s a cellist.
Joey: Hey, Alex, let’s not bring race into this. Look, Alex, I think you’re making a big deal out of nothing. And also, you don’t want to start spying.
Alex: Start spying? I’ve been doing this since seventh grade. My boyfriend cheated on me. Do you know any other twelve-year-old girls with German military binoculars?
Joey: Ooh, wow. Boy, if your meatloaf is as good as it looks, you might just be the perfect woman.
Sara: Well, if you’re willing to tell me that that’s good meatloaf, you may be the perfect man.
Sara: You know, I was thinking after we had our meatloaf, I could show you my bedroom.
Joey: Ooh, maybe we just skip the meatloaf and head in there right now.
Sara: Knowing how much food means to you, that’s very flattering.