- Al: Look, Steve. Why don't you do this? Go home, wake up Marcy and say, "Hey, I lost my money. I screwed up, it won't happen again, and what's for supper?" That's what being a man is all about, Steve. Making mistakes and not caring.
- Peggy: Oh, another fishing catalog. What am I looking at, Al? The apron that says, "He catches 'em, I cook 'em. He eats 'em, I love him"?
- Al: Nah, you'd wear it but you wouldn't mean it. No, I was talking about the five-and-a-half-foot meteor-graphite bait casting rod, with the high-speed star drag level wind reel.
- Peggy: [sarcastic] Yippee skip! And a mere 275 dollars. Oh, Al, let's buy it. We can do without food and heat for a year.
- Al: [serious] You wouldn't mind?
- Al: Now, I was off my game that night. I was nervous, I couldn't concentrate on my cards what with you being in the hospital having Bud and all.
- [first lines]
- Peggy: Al, I'm doing the lottery. I need a number.
- Al: Twenty-three.
- Peggy: I don't like twenty-three.
- Al: Why? It was your waist size! Once!
- Peggy: Come on, Al, give me a real number.
- Al: Twenty-three is a real number. What have you got against twenty-three?
- Peggy: Well, you were born on the twenty-third, and we were married on the twenty-third.
- [Al glares at her coldly]
- Al: Seventeen.
- Peggy: No, Kelly already picked seventeen. I need something closer to twenty.
- Al: [engrossed in reading catalog] Yes, so do I.
- Peggy: Okay, fine, I'll pick it myself. But I'm telling you something, Al, when we win the thirty-eight million dollars, I am keeping every penny.