Mary: Why do we put up with 'em? Well, I know why you do, Don. I mean, how often does a super model fall into your lap? You won the lottery. No offense.
Don: No. None taken. [chuckles] But you've got to admit, you've got lucky, too.
Mary: Excuse me?
Don: Come on, admit it. You're a lonely schoolmarm in a one-horse town, when along comes a crazy cowpoke sniffin' around your petticoat.
Mary: Did Dick tell you about our Gunsmoke game?
Don: No.
Mary: We don't have one.