Mary: Dick, are you in here?
Dick: Yes. Quilted in darkness like a tiny snow beaver on the plains of Saskatchewan.
Mary: What's wrong?
Dick: There's something I haven't told you, Mary.
Mary: Oh, Dick, whatever it is, whatever you've done, you know I'll stand by you.
Dick: I'm a... I'm a Canadian.
Mary: What?
Dick: A Canadian.
Mary: Why were you afraid to tell me this?
Dick: Because I was ashamed. Someone with your lineage would never knowingly consort with someone whose money is 65 cents to your dollar... on a very good day.