Harry: It's gonna be tricky. I mean, who knows what lies beneath that muumuu.
Sally: Dick?
Dick: Well, what are you two doing here?
Sally: Dick, this psychic is dangerous to the mission. Harry is moments away from making love to her to death.
Dick: Good plan. But first, I have to talk to her.
Harry: Oopt, upt, upt. There will be plenty of time for talk during my two-and-a-half hours of foreplay.