Don: I love walking in the rain. It's fun.
Sally: Really? I found it tedious. Maybe that's because I was with you. Oh, Don, this isn't working.
Don: Yeah, I kinda got that vibe.
Sally: I'm sorry, Don.
Don: I'm sorry too. Oh, look. The sun came out.
Sally: Yeah, but not for us.
Don: Well, good bye, Sally. It was nice while it lasted.
[Don removes his yellow raincoat to reveal his police uniform]
Sally: Good bye, Don. [looks at Don] Hold on a minute there, big guy! Maybe I've, uh, been a little hasty.
Don: Freeze! I may not have officially made detective yet, but I think I've figured out what's going on here. You're not in love with me. You're in love with the uniform.
Sally: Could you be right? Could my attraction to you be completely superficial? [gasps as Don holds his coat in front of his uniform]
Don: I'm afraid so.
Sally: What does this mean for us, Don?
Don: I'll tell you what it means. It means you never see me out of uniform again.
Sally: Hot dog!
Don: And you know, I've got a hat too.
Sally: Wear it.