On Saving Lives.

While driving one night there was a car across the intersection with its lights off:
Jeanine: Flash your lights at him.
Dana: No! He might be a Terminator and think, "He just flashed his lights at me so I'M GOING TO KILL THEM."
Jeanine: OR he'll think, "oh shit, my lights are off" and turn them on.
Dana: OR HE'S A TERMINATOR. I just saved your life.

On the Perfect Life.

Dana: I wish I was like John and got hurt on the job. I want to get paid to stay home forever and play games all day.
Jeanine: But John's wife is a drug addict and they had three drug babies. No one's life is perfect.
Dana: But his is close.