Melissa: Can you let me know when you’re going to slow down so I don’t get carsick?
Shannon: Um... like he knows that he’s going to have to slow down in advance?
Melissa: Sure. You know…”I sense there’s a bunny about to run out into the road, so I will be slamming on the breaks in 2…3…1…”
Shannon: 2-3-1?
Melissa: He’s not very bright.
Holly: Unsalted Pretzels? Are they any good?
Shannon: Yeah. I like ‘em.
Melissa: By which she means “I keep eating them hoping there will be salt on the next one.”
Emily: Hey, do you think the weather people are getting paid off by the tourism people? I mean, they’re wrong an awful lot.
Emily: Stop touching me!
Holly: What? You’ve been laying on me this whole time!
Emily: That’s different. That’s me touching you.
Melissa: This isn’t Europe!
Emily: Can we go to the beach?
Rich: No.
Holly: Is there one nearby?
Rich: The beach burned down.
Shannon: I like those flowers.
Rich: Those flowers? Would you like me to pick some for you?
Shannon: Um… that would be stealing.
Rich: It’s manly to steal from the city.
Shannon: Just let me finish this last bit of sandwich