- Audrey: [banging on door] C'mon Jeff, you don't have to read all the magazines.
- Jeff: Dammit! You made me miss.
- Audrey: What ?
- Jeff: You made me miss. You knocked just as I was teeing off and I shanked it.
- Audrey: Are you nude ?
- Jeff: If I'm gonna do this, I'm going to do it right. And, why did you knock ?
- Audrey: Well, I'm sorry but you were taking forever.
- Jeff: I was romancing myself.
- Audrey: Why? You know how easy you are...
- Jeff: With you maybe. With myself, I like a little foreplay. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna take a quick nap, and then play the back nine.
- [Jeff and Audrey at the doctor's office to do a fertility test]
- Jeff Bingham: Ok. Great. So, how much do you need?
- Doctor: Excuse me?
- Audrey Bingham: He's just a little nervous. Honey, you just do your thing once and they will take what they need.
- Jeff Bingham: Oh, ok. So, can we have your office for about 10 minutes? Doc?
- Audrey Bingham: Jeff!
- Doctor: Actually, we have a private room in which you can produce the sample.
- Jeff Bingham: By myself?
- Audrey Bingham: Yes. The moment you've been practicing for all these years.
- Jeff Bingham: She's just kidding. I don't...
- Doctor: It's fine.
- Jeff Bingham: Ok, I do.
- Doctor: In the room you will find an assortment of visual aids.
- Jeff Bingham: Sex magazines?
- Doctor: Yes
- Jeff Bingham: Nice. Where are they stashed?
- Doctor: They're right there in plain view.
- Jeff Bingham: Very nice.
- [Later, Jeff in the private room, Reading a playpen magazine]
- Jeff Bingham: Wow. Interview with Brett Favre.