Strudwick: Dick, you just going to sit out here in the cold?
Dick: Yes.
Strudwick: Good. We'll be inside.
Mary: Just what do you hope to accomplish sitting out here?
Dick: I'm hoping that I'll freeze solid and become a monument to all those who live lives of quiet desperation. The Tomb of the Unknown Loser.
Mary: What do you want me to do, give up my New Year's and sit here and tell you how special you are? [Dick clears a spot on the bench]