Dick: I'm standing outside a Gordon Lightfoot concert holding a pair of tickets to The Ice Capades. This is all your fault!
Harry: You know what? Those were my tickets. I made the call. I knew the song. It's about time I got rewarded for my work. They don't even pay me down at the station.
Dick: Why are we talking about you? This is about me!
Harry: But it's always about you. You, you, you! Well, you wouldn't be in this mess if it hadn't been for... you. Think about it.