Nina: I, uh... like your belt, Dr. Solomon.
Dick: This isn't a belt, Nina. It's a tie.
Mary: I think somebody's getting a spare tire.
Dick: Forget it, Mary. It's a little late to try to buy my affection with gifts.
Mary: I meant you've gained weight.
Dick: Why should I be concerned about gaining weight? My body is just the vehicle that carries my brain around, and my brain deserves a smooth, luxurious ride.