- Joe: What're you doing?
- Matt: Getting into bed.
- Joe: Yeah, this is my bed. There's a sleeping bag on the floor for you.
- Matt: The floor's drafty, Joe. If I get sick, I'll be of no help to you.
- Joe: You're no help to me now!
- Matt: My God... There is a bag... Of corn chips in your bed!
- Joe: I take that back, you are helping out.
- Matt: [about Andy] Look at him, Mom, he's disgusting. He's always pulling things out of his nose, his ears. Wipin' it on his shirt. He's like a third base coach.
- [wipes his hands on a napkin]
- Andy: That's my napkin.
- Matt: Excuse me, Mom, I have to go wash my hands.
- Andy: [picking up his napkin] Hahah, I love doing that!