Elaine La Russa: Honey, we have to go to the post office, get some milk at the store, and pick up my prescription at the pharmacy.
Tony La Russa: Okay. I'd love some company.
Elaine: Sure, sweetie.
later, at the post office
Tony: Checked the P.O. box, got some stamps ... okay, sweetie, thanks. You can go.
Elaine: Wait, what about the pharmacy and store?
Tony: Marcie from across the street is coming by to help me. She's better at clipping coupons and saving money.
Elaine: You're not ... she's not ... you're not having a thing with her, are you?
Tony: No, no. She looks like Don Zimmer, sweetie. She's just better at what we need to do.
later, at the store
Tony: Okay, Marcie. Thanks. Saved $19 with our coupons and club card.
Marcie: I feel so used.
Tony: Hit the showers, Marcie.
pats Marcie on the butt
Tony: Waiting for that kid I met on the train who had a year of pharmacy school.
Dave Duncan: He seemed sharp.
La Russa squeezes out a response in Morse code, which is legitimately the only reason they've been holding hands this whole time.