Liz: Geez! Your room is like an ice-box!
Terri: No, it's not! It's just comfortable.
Liz: Yeah, if you're a penguin. Just look at me! Even my goose bumps have goose bumps!
Terri: Get outta here! I think you're exaggerating!
Liz: No, I'm not. Where's the thermostat?
Terri: By the door, on the wall.
Liz: No wonder I'm cold! This thing is set at 65?!
Terri: Like I said -- perfect!
Liz: If you live in Alaska. By the way, where's the shovel?
Terri: Why do you need a shovel?
Liz: So I can dig us out when it starts snowing in here.
John: It's like an oven in here! You must be roasting!
Martha: Actually, I'm just comfortable.
John: You've got to be kidding me. It has to be over 95 degrees in here!
Martha: What can I say? I'm a cold-blooded person. The warmer, the better, as far as I'm concerned.
John: Well, can we at least open a window and get some ventilation in here?
Martha: Knock yourself out.
John: Thanks, I will.