Dick: My little Sally. Sometimes, I think of you as a little girl and that's why I order you to do things like get pregnant. But you know, you're growing up now, and, obviously, capable of making decisions on your own. I respect that.
Sally: You do?
Dick: No. I just don't want to get into another argument I can't win.
Sally: Wow. You're growing up, too.
Dick: Mm-hmm. Thank you.