Sally: Dick, I am telling you, you need a vest!
Dick: I'm wearing a vest.
Sally: Yeah, but it's wool. You need Kevlar.
Dick: I'm just going to the office.
Sally: Yeah. The office where you work with your ex-fiancee. You remember her, the bitter woman who wants you dead.
Dick: Oh, that. Oh, look, Mary's had an entire night to sleep on it. Besides, deep down she loves me. And I said I was sorry. What more could she ask for?
Sally: Okay. Dick, I am practically a woman, okay? I basically know how women feel, and she's gonna want a whole lot more than "I'm sorry." So you have a choice. The vest or me.
Dick: Oh, fine. You carry my lunchbox. [Sally knocks the lunchbox out of Dick's hand] Don't bruise my banana.