- Laura Petrie: You mean Buddy's serious?
- Rob Petrie: Serious? Honey, I sat with him for five hours. There was a bald bartender; he didn't make one crack.
- Rob Petrie: [over the phone] Hey, Buddy, what's the matter with you? You all right?
- Buddy Sorrell: [groggy] Sleepin' pills.
- Rob Petrie: [to Laura] He took sleepin' pills.
- Laura Petrie: Oh, Rob!
- Rob Petrie: Buddy?
- Buddy Sorrell: Yeah.
- Rob Petrie: Buddy, listen to me: How many did you take?
- Buddy Sorrell: [ever the jokester] Not enough.
- Rob Petrie: Honey! What makes you think that a short, bare-fisted punch delivered by an enraged husband at point blank range to an naked eye would hurt a fella any?
- Laura Petrie: Rob, it just doesn't make any sense. I mean, we were with them last night, and Buddy was insulting Pickles, and she was screaming and yelling at him and everything was perfectly normal.
- Laura Petrie: You said to Buddy that his wife was deceitful and dishonest?
- Rob Petrie: Ye... Well, you should've heard HIS description of her.
- Laura Petrie: Darling, he can say all the nasty things he wants to about her. She's his wife.
- Rob Petrie: Buddy, I must say that was a very well-aimed punch.
- Buddy Sorrell: What well-aimed? I was trying to hit Pickles.