Dick: Are you going to give up?
Sally: He's just not happy with me anymore, Dick.
Dick: You think you can just walk out of here and find another man? I mean, really, just look at yourself.
Sally: What?
Dick: Oh, those comically long legs, that blindingly shiny hair, those unruly breasts.
Sally: All right! I get the picture!
Dick: Sally, he seems like a nice guy. Maybe he'll do it out of pity.