- Al: I hate the look.
- Marty Taylor: How would you know about the look? You're not even married.
- Al: I get the look when I am snippy to mother.
- Tim: In your mom's case, the look's actually an improvement.
- Harry: Why can't you do it?
- Dolores: I'm in the middle of a shift.
- Harry: Well I'm working too.
- Dolores: [sarcastically] Yeah right, looks like you're killing yourself. Harry, I am telling you to go get her.
- Harry: I'm telling you no!
- [Dolores stops and begins to turn around]
- Tim: Look out, guys, here it comes!
- [Tim and Marty duck; Dolores flashes "the look". Al and Benny stare in horror]
- Benny Baroni: [after pause] Oh my God. I've never seen anything like it. Uh... Where's the podiatrist? I'll go get her myself.
- [exits]
- Al: Listen, I'll-I'll drive you there.
- [follows Benny]
- Harry: I'll show you the way!
- [exits]
- Tim: Thank goodness we shut our eyes at the right time, Marty.
- Nick: You know, your food service vehicle doesn't get much respect in the culinary community. People call it the "Roach Coach", the "Barf Bus", the "Upchuck Wagon", the "Vomit Van".
- Tim: I don't know if it's going to be worth it. Every time I go to a Pistons game, I'm gonna get "the look".
- Marty Taylor: Yeah, what about the look you're gonna get when you come home?
- Marty Taylor: That's 2 looks per game.
- Marty Taylor: Every time one of us gets beaten down by "the look", a little piece of every man dies.
- Tim: I think we all know what that piece is.