Dick: Mary.
Mary: Don't talk to me. You lost the right to embarrass me in public when we stopped dating.
Dick: I forgive you, Mary.
Mary: You're forgiving me? For what?
Dick: For how you deceived me how you led me to believe you were unaffected by our breakup, when in fact, you were a hungry, frightened little ballerina careening out of control at 80 miles an hour.