Sheridan: {Out at the car, Luis stumbles} Oh. Here, let me help you.
Luis: Sheridan, I can walk.
Sheridan: Just don't want you falling down and hurting yourself again.
Luis: Oh, since when are you so concerned with my health?
Sheridan: Since I conked you on the head, Mr. Stubborn. Get in.
Sheridan: Here you go. Buckle up for safety.
Luis: Yeah, I know, I know. Thanks. I can do it myself.
Sheridan: Fine. Just trying to help. Hand me my purse. Where did I put those keys? Did I give them to you?
Luis: No, you didn't give them to me.
Sheridan: Well, then I must have them -- somewhere.
Luis: Why do women always dig in their purses without looking inside? Maybe you could find things easier if you looked.
Sheridan: Because it's easier to feel for things.
Luis: I can't believe you lost the keys.
Sheridan: I wouldn't say lost. Just misplaced.
Luis: Well, whatever. You know, I can walk home faster. I think I will.
Sheridan: No! You can't move from this car. I don't need you falling down and then blaming me.
Luis: Well, then hurry up, will you? I'm never going to get home to see if Theresa's there.
Sheridan: I'm doing the best I can.
Sheridan's voice: You'll get home, all right. But not until I'm good and ready to get you there.