Mary: It made me realize just what we have, and I've come to a decision. I'm not going to Borneo.
Dick: Oh, that's too bad.
Mary: I thought you wanted me to stay.
Dick: Then stay.
Mary: Do you want me to stay or not?
Dick: Oh, whatever.
Mary: Maybe I will go to Borneo, after all. You know, Borneo, where the sun gets so hot, the dress code is naked, because if you don't care, I don't care.
Dick: Of course I care. I love you, and I love knotty pine, and sherbet, dryer-fresh towels, and those clips that keep snack chips fresh. So when you go, I'll have four of the five things that I love.
Mary: Fine. I'll send you a postcard.
Dick: Oh, right. I love postcards, too.