Don Livingston: [Carol's shown up at Bob and Emily's apartment, with her new boyfriend, Don, to celebrate Howard's 40th birthday. After having just been introduced to Bob and Emily - and mistakenly thinking Bob's Howard, Don, who fancies himself a kind of 'renaissance man', now gives his 'assessment' of the Hartley's apartment] Well, this is a nice place you got here, Bob and Emily.
Emily Hartley: [Don casually removes his top coat, and hands it, absent-mindlessly to Emily, as he's 'busy' staring at the 'architectural details' of the apartment] Oh, thank you.
Don Livingston: Wow. Ooh. I see. It's not just an apartment. This is a... home
[Don says this attempting to sound prosaic, but, sounding pompous. Bob, Emily, and Carol are still on the top-step of the apartment, as Don 'takes in' everything]
Don Livingston: A place - where - at the end of a day, a man can slip into his smoking jacket, and say; 'this is what it's all for'.
[Carol's beaming with pride, and turns to Bob, who's standing - arms crossed, and stone-faced, as Emily has a forced smile on]
Don Livingston: This is... a haven, a-a-a
[Don dramatically searches for descriptive words]
Don Livingston: ... a f-f-fortress
[Don balls his hand into a fist, for gravitas]
Don Livingston: It's a shelter against the 'sea of life'
[Don's rolling his arm, lost in his thoughts. Then, his voice changes, to someone less 'scholarly']
Don Livingston: How many johns you got?
Emily Hartley: [Emily looks at Bob - who hasn't moved a muscle, then, back at Don. She holds up 2 fingers] Two.
[Emily smiles]
Don Livingston: [Don waves her away] Perfect.