Dick: No! I've decided to tell Mary that I am what humans would call, in their galacto-centric way, an alien.
Harry: No!
Sally: Are you crazy? Dick, why are you doing this? You've never blown your cover on any other mission.
Dick: I've never felt the need to. I keep having these feelings.
Sally: Ai-yi-yi.
Dick: It's this fleshy human slipcover. Oh, sure, it's dashing, tall, manly, washable, but somehow it just makes me feel so awful about deceiving the woman I love.