Dick: Oh, come on. It's not a big deal. Anyway, I've had more important things on my mind. This weekend, Mary and I are celebrating our anniversary.
Sally: Anniversary of what?
Dick: The second anniversary of our first real date and its real-date consequences. Infer at will.
Harry: Oh, ugh.
Sally: My God, she's not even your girlfriend.
Dick: Well, we don't choose to restrict ourselves with terms like girlfriend and boyfriend. We don't corral our emotions. No, we let them run free on the open plains of ambiguity.
Tommy: So Mary won't let you call her your girlfriend.
Dick: She prefers that I don't.