Gregg Berger credited as playing...
Mr. Pinkley
- Charlene: Only a week left until the awards banquet, Cathy. Are you going to make it?
- Cathy Andrews: I think so; I just have to write up the findings of sixteen more studies.
- Charlene: No problem, you've done that before.
- Cathy Andrews: [confidently] Convince four clients to spend another thirty-five thousand dollars.
- Charlene: [high-fiving Cathy] You've done that before - and find a date!
- Cathy Andrews: [losing her cool] Aaack - not that!
- Charlene: [handing Cathy a newspaper filled with personal ads] Here, your worries are over.
- Cathy Andrews: Ohh, no, not a personal ad.
- Charlene: Personal ads are a totally viable way for busy, intellectual, career oriented singles to meet. Besides, we don't have time to sign up for another Oriental massage class.
- Cathy Andrews: Forget it, Charlene, I have dragged myself to idiotic parties and mixers. I have begged for dates, grovelled for dates, plotted and schemed for dates, but I am *not* going to answer a personal ad to get a date!
- Charlene: [as Mr. Pinkley appears at the doorway] Why not?
- Cathy Andrews: [as Mr. Pinkley smiles] It would sound like I'm desperate.
- Mr. Pinkley: Hey, don't worry about it, Cathy. If you don't want to go to the banquet alone, Esther and I will be happy to be your escorts.