Dick: Lieutenant, you look like hell. I mean the "locked in a car wash overnight" kind of hell.
Sally: Yeah, it's this baby. He ran me ragged all day.
Dick: Oh, that insolent little twerp. He's gone too far. Tomorrow I'm granting you a one-day furlough. Go into town. Get yourself a tattoo.
Sally: I can't. Tomorrow I'm taking the baby to the park, and then the zoo, and then I'm taking him golfing. I think he has real talent.
Dick: I don't understand. You sound like you're actually enjoying this.
Sally: I am. I mean, I know I complained at the start, but, Dick, this is the first assignment I've had where I really feel like I'm using all of me. It sounds crazy, but I cannot do enough for him. The more he needs me, the more I need him. [gasps] I have a great idea. Let's wake him up, then rock him back to sleep.