Neal: Coffee? Peter: Yeah. Neal: Still wearing that suit. Peter: Yeah. I love this suit. Neal: Did they make a decision? Peter: Figured if we didn’t, you’d end up making one of these on your own. Neal: (Laughs) I’m official. Peter: You’re a consultant, and I own you for four years.
Peter:You’re on my couch? Neal:Yeah, I came to talk to you. Neal:And, uh, frankly, Peter, I have to say I’m surprised you have such an amazing wife. Peter:Yeah, I like her. Get off my couch. Elizabeth:Honey, we’re just chatting. Peter:Chatting? Peter: (to Neal) How did you get here? Neal:Cab. Peter:You’re in my house on my couch with my wife. Neal: (to Satchmo) Oh, hey, Satchmo. Peter: (Furiously) Now you’re petting my dog.