- Connie: I even imagined it with you.
- Jack: That's... yeah.
- Connie: In a bathtub, I imagined I was with you.
- Jack: You took a bath?
- Connie: No, I was in a bathtub imagining it was a pitch black night. We were in a bed in a spaceship flying through superspace.
- Jack: That... that's a long way off... space travel for tourists.
- Jack: This always happens.
- Clyde: What?
- Jack: Whenever there's anything good, it fucks up.
- Clyde: It fucked up, but it fucked up because *we* forgot.
- Jack: No, you fucked it up because you made a fucking toast!
- Clyde: Because I love you. We all love you. We forgot the food because you were being loved. That's the important thing to remember.
- [first lines]
- Clyde: Have you thought about it? I think you should.
- Jack: What does she do there?
- Clyde: She's the assistant to the embalmer.
- Jack: Oh no.
- Clyde: Something with the fluids.
- Jack: No. Ugh.
- Clyde: No, man. Lucy's training her to sell seminars with Dr. Bob. She calls the funeral directors - phone sales.
- Jack: Cool. What's her name?
- Clyde: Connie. So I'll tell Lucy it's on.