Charlie: Ted...is this curry? Ted: You don't like it, is it too spicy? Charlie: Indian food? [glances at American Indian Capt. Whitehat] Ted: It was a coincidence, I just grabbed the first menu! Capt. Whitehat: How long have you two been together? Charlie: Since we met in prison. Ted: But we're not...together.
[Rachel sits down and glares at Charlie.] Capt. Whitehat: This isn't your daughter? Charlie: No. She's "not" my niece. And there's "not" a boy "not" playing a guitar at the other end of a phone call. Rachel: That's exactly right, there's not. Charlie: Look, Rachel, I was worried. Rachel: No, he was worried [points at Ted], you were gone. I came home, you weren't here; I called, you didn't pick up. Charlie: I was in the middle of nowhere! Capt. Whitehat: By that he means my home. Rachel: You come and go. [storms off] Ted: I'm in love with Olivia. Charlie, I'm in love with the woman who's going to marry your father. [storms off] Charlie: White people. Capt. Whitehat: Pass the vindaloo?
