Dick: At least you got to be famous for a little while. It was good while it lasted.
Sally: How can I go on? I'm not famous anymore, I'm not special. I'm nobody!
Dick: You're not nobody. You don't have to be famous to be special. The world doesn't know about Nina and how she goes to the old folks' home every Wednesday and sings them happy songs despite her busy schedule and their constant requests that she go away. That's special.
Sally: Officer Don sometimes takes money out of his own pocket and feeds expired parking meters.
Dick: To save people from getting tickets?
Sally: No, he just hates doing the paperwork, but it's still special.
Dick: I know someone else who's special. Someone who helped to rescue me from an invisible box and took care of a human baby as though it were her very own.
Sally: It wasn't someone else! That was me, you idiot!
Dick: You're the idiot! That's my whole point. That's why you're special!
Sally: Oh. I guess I am. Special, I mean, not an idiot. Thank you, Commander.
Dick: Good night, Lieutenant.