Harry: [v.o.] It was the end of a long day, and all I wanted to do was sit back, have a drink, and think about love's fury. I knew the dame was trouble the minute she walked in the door.
Sally: Did you drink all the milk again, you idiot?! Go back to bed!
Harry: [v.o.] My gut told me things were about to go from bad to worse.
[Sally removes Harry's hat and beats him with it]
Harry: [v.o.] I hate it when I'm right.