Benjamin Barry

— Andie, this is Tony, and this is Thayer.
— Oh, yes. Hey. Benny Wenny's told me so much about you two.
— Oh, well, Benny Wenny's said wonderful things about you, too.
— Oh... Oh, they don't look so simple-minded.

— That it?
— That-that's it?
— That's it.
— Have you looked inside?
— No.
— Do you have an ethical problem with rifling through a woman's purse?
— Uh, yeah, I guess I do.
— Well, it's hardly a purse, dude. It's more like a clutch or something.
— Guys, a woman's purse, all right... it's her secret source of power. All right? There-there are many dark and dangerous things in there that we, the male species, should know nothing about.

I'm talking about deep, meaningful, head-over-heels, his and her towels, let's grow old together, L-O-V-E.

And besides, why would I need to hit on another woman? You've got more than enough personalities to keep me completely occupied.

— Too fast. I want you to respect me.
— I do. And I want your respect.
— I respect you for respecting me.