(Katie earlier referred to Hank as "M.S.G.") Hank: What's an M.S.G.? Evan: Medical super god. Hank: Oh, alright. Evan: Miniature sex gimp. Mumbling snow gerbil. (Much later, Evan's still guessing what it means.) Evan: Macho surfing guru, right? No? Mucus spewing growth. (Still, much later...) Evan: Medieval slut gatherer. Man seeking guacamole. Manatee...
Evan: Hi, there. You looking for somebody? Maybe somebody who knows how to surf without perling? Katie: You got me. I like to base my relationships on surfing technique.