Dick: Oh, Mary, I think you'd better sit down.
Mary: What is it?
Dick: Chippy made it through the night, but the doctors say when he comes out of the coma, he may only have 20 to 30% of his tree-climbing ability.
Mary: You know, it would help if you stop thinking about it.
Nina: And stop talking about it.
Dick: But it's my fault.
Mary: What-- Come on, Dick, this has been going on forever. First, man invented the wheel and then he invented road kill. You did all you could. I mean, most people wouldn't have even slowed down, much less stop to perform mouth to mouth.