Dick: Well, Mary, what do you think?
Mary: You didn't get anything done.
Dick: No. Look, Mary, I know how much you wanted me to have that surgery.
Mary: I never wanted you-
Dick: No, no. But when I got in there, I realized this face is my face. It's like a museum of my life, especially my life with you. So, if you've grown tired of this dusty, drafty old museum, maybe you should just go to the Guggenheim.