Trudy Judy: I'd rather see butts.
Doug Judy: Fine, if I let you see butts, will you convince the guys that Jake's not a cop?
Trudy Judy: How many butts are we talking?
Doug Judy: Six.
Trudy Judy: Ten.
Doug Judy: Seven.
Trudy Judy: Nine.
Doug Judy: Fine, eight, I'll meet you in the middle.
Trudy Judy: Nah, you waited too long. Now it's up to 14.
Doug Judy: 14 butts!
Jake: She's a grown woman. Just let her see butts, man.
Trudy Judy: Thank you, Jake. Thank you for coming to my aid on the butt thing. One step closer to trust.

Jake: So, what's going on? Anything exciting in your life that you maybe want to tell me about?
Doug Judy: I got a new job. I sit behind white CEOs when they have to testify before Congress, so they don't look so racist. Every 15 minutes I just whisper some nonsense at 'em.
[flashback:]
Doug Judy: The texture of quiche is unsettling.
[present:]
Doug Judy: I got paid $75,000 for that nonsense.

Jake: What the hell was that? You almost blew my cover.
Doug Judy: Yeah, they're all suspicious now. You have to help us convince them that Jake's not a cop.
Trudy Judy: Why? I don't understand why you invited him. This was supposed to be a crazy weekend of boobs and butts.
Doug Judy: Trudy Judy, you're not gonna see boobs or butts this weekend.
Trudy Judy: I'll see butts if I wanna see butts.

Jake: All right, look, Judy, I know you're getting married.
Doug Judy: Damn it, I didn't think you'd find out about that. Who told you, Ronnie? Bobby? Ricky? Mike?
Jake: Don't try and change the subject by tricking me into singing New Edition with you.
Doug Judy: I don't know what you're talking about. Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike...
Both: [singing] If I like the girl who cares who you like
Doug Judy: Whoo!