- Bill: [sighs in bed looking at alarm clock anticipating a ring that doesn't come] I remember not to set the clock, but how do I turn off the alarm in my mind, Liz?
- [She doesn't hear him and remains asleep]
- Sheila: [to herself as she walks away from Mark] Lovely story but I don't believe a word of it! There's something not quite right about you, Mr. Roberts!
- Liz: [to Sheila] Why didn't you become one of those foul tabloid journalists? Even that would have required a certain talent! You're a cow, Sheila, a nasty poisonous cow who lives on gossip and other people's misery! Phew! I've been dying to say that for years!