- Darlene: Keep shooting! I'm coming!
- Lobo: Sounds like just my type.
- Darlene: Wait 'till you hear what Sunny Jim asked me to swallow. He said you two made a bet to see who could date me first. I called him a liar.
- Lobo: Fragging A he lied. I said drill you, not date you.
- Darlene: You! But... you mean... you...