Sally: Don, I'll tell you, this place is really starting to get to me. I mean, you know, it's nice... It's nice... It's not even nice.
Don: Aw, it's not so bad. It's just an attic.
Sally: It's not just this place, Don. It's my life. I just want something else.
Don: Something else?
Sally: You know, sometimes I just wish somebody would take me away from here.
Don: Sally, are you saying what I think you're saying?
Sally: I'm saying I want someone to take me away from here. Where'd I lose you? [exits]
Don: Oh, you didn't lose me, Sally. I'm onto you like white on rice.