Dick: I command you to suspend this eroticide until I have spoken to Rita. I have to find out when we're leaving this planet.
Sally: Why?
Dick: I finally found the perfect replacement for myself.
Harry: Well, that's great!
Dick: It is great for Mary. But I planned this selfless act, I had no idea how it would affect me! It's heartbreaking. I've got to find out how much time I have left with my beloved.
Sally: Well, what would make you happy, Dick? Ten years?
Dick: Ten short years? Is that what you think?
Harry: Well, it could be ten months.
Dick: Ten tiny months? I'm as good as gone already!
Sally: Well, Dick, you found your replacement. Face it. From now on, you're just a temp.
Dick: You're right. The only thing standing between Mary and true love is me. Oh, if only I'd seen this coming! Damn you, Rita! I wanna kill you myself! But how do you kill someone who can predict the future?