- Veronica: [explaining why she's lying on the floor to work] Last night a colleague and I got drunk, taped case folders to our feet and decided to ski down the stairs. It scared my dog, tweaked my back, then we had sex, that *destroyed* my back.
- Tammy: [sees Marjorie slumped over at Mary's wake] MARJORIE!
- Marjorie: Huh? What?
- Tammy: [sighs] I thought you were dead.
- Marjorie: I was praying!
- Tammy: They look the same.
- Marjorie: Yesterday you thought I was dead when I was taking a nap, this morning you thought I was dead because I was quote not making enough noise in the shower.
- Tammy: Again, I apologize for barging in, and tomorrow I'll rehang the door.
- Marjorie: Tammy, one day I'll die, but I'm not going to spend every minute worrying about it.
- Tammy: Right, that's my job.
- Marjorie: No. I know this is a hard time for you right now, but if you keep worrying about this, you'll go before I do.
- Tammy: Is that a threat?
- Marjorie: Mess with my bacon again and find out.