Don: Sally.
Sally: Don.
Don: A word to the wise. There's trouble in the park today.
Harry: Trouble? Uh-oh. I better take care of my baby.
Sally: What is it?
Don: Sometimes a wrinkle runs through the city, and it rears up on its haunches like an ugly monkey ready to strike.
Sally: Don, you always have your finger up the pulse of danger. [Don runs away]