Jane: Front page, "Congressional Candidate Caught with Pants Down." See, that's you, that's Dharma, and way down there by your ankles, that's YOUR PAAAANTS!"
Dharma: Okay, I think you better go now.
Jane: Did I say something wrong?
Jane: It was funny, though, right?
Greg: Dharma, do you know what this means?
Dharma: Yes! You're not going to be a grumpy old alcoholic who lives on our couch!
Greg: What are you doing?
Dharma: I'm showing my support for the candidate.
Greg: In a car in front of my parents house? This is like high school.
Dharma: You did it in the car?
Greg: Yeah! Where did you do it?
Dharma: In my bedroom!
Greg: What about your parents?
Dharma: They had their own bedroom.
Larry: So what happened? You sold out and went mainstream, huh?
Andy: Hey, how long can you drive around in a Volkswagon minibus with shag carpeting on the walls?
Larry: 32 years next March.
Greg: Hey, what's going on?
Andy: Greg! Why didn't you tell me you were related to this rascal?
Greg: Uh, I don't know. At the time it seemed better not to.
Andy: We went to Berkeley together!
Larry: No, no, no. You went to Berkeley; I was the outside agitator.
Dharma: (Acting very proper) Mother. Father. Thank you so much for coming. Gregory and I truly appreciate your support. (Laughs) Guess what I'm doing?
Greg: If we do this, it's going to mean a lot of changes, and...
Dharma: Greg, I am not afraid of change. It's what makes life interesting.
Greg: You realize you'll have to change too?
Dharma: Why?! What the hell's wrong with me?
Greg: Well, in my book, nothing; but there are certain expectations of a Congressman's wife.
Dharma: Yeah, I know. So I buy a few bras. Big deal!
Dharma: ...so anyway, I thought, you know, "Who better to teach me than Greg's mom?"
Kitty: Could you say that again?
Dharma: What didn't you understand?
Kitty: Oh, I understood completely. I just want to hear it again.