Sally: Boy, he sure is working hard. But, you know, just for a second today at the office, I thought he was ignoring me.
Harry: Oh, no. He was just blowin' ya off.
Sally: Well, work comes first for now. I guess I have to get used to it. I am the woman behind the man.
Harry: That's right. Second-Fiddle Sally.
Sally: Harry, I'll never be second.
Harry: I don't know. You saw him today. He's a young turk now.
Sally: So what? He's still my man.
Harry: Well, I guess that's true till he goes and gets himself one of them trophy wives.
Sally: What?
Harry: Well, it happens all the time. Gotta get your arm charm.
Sally: Oh, my God. I don't believe this. I polished that lump of coal into a diamond, and now she gets to wear the ring? That whore!
Harry: Wait, wait! Well, what can you do?
Sally: What can I do? What can I do? I made him. I can break him!
Harry: Yeah... good. Then I get my shot at that whore.