Don: Hello, Sally.
Sally: I thought you were supposed to be on duty.
Don: I am, but Dick asked me to pick up some little plastic men at the hobby shop. He said it was urgent.
Sally: Oh, Don, I'm so worried about him.
Don: No two ways about it. He needs a chick, Sally, and fast.
Sally: Could you fix him up, Don?
Don: Well, I don't know anyone, but maybe Bibi does.
Sally: Bibi, Don?
Don: Bibi, baby. I met her at the policemen's ball. [they lean into kiss until Dick blows his train whistle]