Rita: My customers only ask about their problems. Nobody cares about mine.
Sally & Harry: [in unison] Aw, we care.
Rita: Aw, bless your hearts! [laughing] I see a sad little girl from a small farm-
Sally: Blah, blah, blah. How does it all end?
Rita: Excuse me?
Sally: Well, just skip the middle and get to the end. How you ya die?
Rita: Die?
Sally: Yeah.
Rita: Well... I've always had the clear vision of myself dying during a passionate night of lovemaking. Not a bad way to die, huh? Not at all!
Sally: [laughing] But a horrible way to kill. Right, Harry?
Harry: All right.