Dick: No, I have to face it. I'm nothing more than a death machine.
Mary: Well, you're also a life machine. You created a life... Tommy.
Dick: Oh, I had nothing to do with that.
Mary: Come on, you had a little something to do with it. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't be here.
Dick: Well, that's true, I did bring him. Uh... into this world, I mean.
Mary: See, life has a way of balancing things out.
Dick: You're right, Mary. We're part of a great cycle. "There's a time to live, a time to die, a time to sow, a time to reap..." a time to reupholster and a time to keep the furnishings you have and just brighten them up with a few throw pillows.
Mary: Something like that.