fiddleford (stargazing with ford like 30 years prior): ..hey, stanford? ford:yes, fidds? fiddleford:have ya ever thought of.. y'know, settlin' down? startin' a family? ford:oh, dont be silly! i dont need a wife to be content with my life. i simply wish to focus on my research. fiddleford:..riight. fiddleford:(..a.. wife..?)
stan (on the stan o' war II at some point): hey ford. ford: yes, stanley? stan:you got yourself a boyfriend or anything yet? ford: ford:did. did you mean girlfriend? stan: sixer. did it sound like i said girlfriend? ford:...i mean- stan:you had a FRAMED PHOTO of nikola tesla on your desk in your secret little study area. i dont want to hear it. ford:...okay, fair enough. and uh... no, i have not yet found a romantic partne- stan:haha no bitches. or bastards. ford: >:( stan: :)