Mary: Dick, what's bothering you?
Dick: Well, nobody likes me.
Mary: Oh, I find that hard to believe.
Dick: You do?
Mary: Well, sure. Oh, okay, so we broke up, but- but I saw something in you once. Surely someone else will see that, too.
Dick: Really? That means a lot, coming from someone who's pretty great herself.
Mary: Well, I meant it.
Dick: I meant it, too.
Mary: Thank you.
Dick: You want to do it?
Mary: No!
Dick: I understand completely.