In Plain Sight, Season 2

Marshall:
And they say romance is dead. Ninety-year-old billionaire weds flight attendant, twenty-three. Gee, I wonder how they met?

Mary:
In an airplane.

Marshall:
[sarcastically] Did you read this already?

Mary:
Think you'll ever get married?

Marshall:
If the right flight attendant comes along, who knows.

Mary:
If you ever did take that plunge, not that I'd wish that hell on any woman, think you'd tell the missus about the job?

Marshall:
No.

Mary:
That's it? No diffuse and flowery philosophical treatise with footnotes?

Marshall:
Runs contrary to WITSEC regs.

Mary:
Heaven forbid we run contrary.

Marshall:
You're not thinking about --

Mary:
[rummages through sauces on diner counter] Hot sauce. Gotta be looking right at it.

Marshall:
You already told him.

Mary:
Found it!

Marshall:
Without consulting me?

Mary:
You know, I was going to, and then I remembered it's none of your God damned business.

Marshall:
Are you kidding?

Mary:
[scoffs] I don't think so.

Marshall:
By telling Raph what you do, you've told him what I do, and I wasn't quite ready to share that information with your future husband.

Mary:
You're serious?