Don: Sally, uh, you're gonna have to calm down.
Sally: Oh, don't you see, Don? You're alive, which means it's my brain. My sick, twisted brain. I could be capable of anything. Anything at all! [gasps] There's only one hope, Don. I've got to get on the pill.
Don: Um, this isn't how I expected this to happen, but hey.
Sally: Dick's on the pill, and it seems to be working for him.
Don: Okay, you lost me again.
Sally: Uh, I'll call you when I'm not myself anymore.