- Al Bundy: Where are you from? What are your plans? When did you stop wearing a bra?
- Tiffany: Well, I'm from San Francisco and I'm on my way to New York to go to art school and I don't like bras. They're so constricting, don't you think?
- Peggy Bundy: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha. Get out!
- Al Bundy: Now, Peg, she's got no place to go. Bud, get some sheets and a blanket for the couch so your mother will be comfortable.
- [Peg elbows Al in the ribs]
- Marcy Rhoades: Come on, Peggy, you've gotta help me! We must get rid of Tiffany!
- Peggy Bundy: Oh, no, no, no, Marce! We must put an end to world hunger. We must buckle up for safety. But when it comes to Peg Bundy getting it regularly, we must go with the flow!
- Al Bundy: Hey, Peg! What happened to the birds?
- Peggy Bundy: [Peg hides Tiffany's goodbye letter] Uh, I don't know, Al. You wanna go upstairs?
- Al Bundy: Nah. No, not yet. It doesn't smell like it used to in here. It's not like a sea breeze anymore. Oh, well. Where's Tiffany?
- Peggy Bundy: Out! For the evening! She went to the movies! You wanna go upstairs?
- Al Bundy: Uh, no, no... Uh, something's missing. Is it darker? Colder? Is the paint faded?
- Peggy Bundy: Alright, Al. She's gone. Forever.
- Al Bundy: Tiffany, dear, come meet our neighbor. Uh, he lost a tree, but gained a view. Tiffany... Steve. Steve... uh, view!
- Tiffany: Nice to meet you!
- Steve Rhoades: Gobladoo me.
- Al Bundy: [to Steve] Gee, you're cool, Steve! Anyhow, let me give you a price list. Now, on Thursdays, she does aerobics. That's $10. On Friday, she sunbathes and she does some jogging. That's our combo platter, that's 15 bucks. But, being you live right next door, you might want to go for the weekly rate. That's $40, but with that you get popcorn and a free lottery ticket.
- Steve Rhoades: I can't believe you, Al. This is truly low!
- Al Bundy: So are you in?
- Steve Rhoades: Maybe.
- Bud Bundy: Dad! Remember how you always say it's important to do nice things for other people?
- Al Bundy: I never say that, son.
- Bud Bundy: Then it must have been you, Mom.
- Peggy Bundy: No, I don't think it was me.
- Bud Bundy: Hmm. It must have been Cosby, then.