Cathy's Valentine1989

Irving:
[as he approaches Cathy's house with his valentine gift for her; to himself] Cathy, I'm sorry - no, no, no, no. Happy Valentine's, my darling - nah, nah, that's ridiculous, no, no... [rings Cathy's doorbell] Cathy, you look so beautiful today, you're... [he opens the door to reveal that Cathy is not yet dressed, much to his surprise] You're not even dressed yet; we're gonna be late!

Cathy Andrews:
I've been dressed eleven times already; it's not my fault you got here in between outfits!

Irving:
Well, hurry up; we're gonna have to take your car, I'm out of gas.

Cathy Andrews:
Again? Will you see if my keys are out there somewhere?

Irving:
What? Aw, don't tell me we have to start the key search again!

Cathy Andrews:
Irving, if you'd be willing to commit to more than two gallons of gas at a time, we wouldn't *have* to search for my keys all the time.

Irving:
If you put your keys on the counter like a *normal* person, I wouldn't have to stock up on gas every time I saw ya!

Cathy Andrews:
Irving, call a cab!