- Everett DeLong: [waiting for her to enter hot tub] I could eat you with a spoon.
- Vivian DeLong: Well, I don't have a spoon. Why don't you just use your fingers like I'm a piece of chicken?
- Everett DeLong: Fine piece of chicken.
- [last lines]
- Roxanne Drake: [lone jogger] Rita! Chris! Roxanne.
- [found answer to her drug dependency:]
- Roxanne Drake: Endorphins! They kick in on mile four!
- [happily continues run, while Rita and Chris chuckle]