Don: Ah, Sally. You're like this beautiful wild horse. If I'm... gonna keep you, I'd have to break you. Because if I didn't, you'd just keep throwin' me off and steppin' on my head. But I don't want to break you, Sally. I love you. So I guess I'm gonna have to... let you go. If, uh... If someday you should choose to, uh, come back to me... maybe I'll be here maybe I won't. We'll just have to see.
Sally: So this is it? [hands back ring]
Don: You know my number.
Sally: Yep, 911. Hey, Don. Can we turn on the siren? You know, for old times' sake?
Don: Sure. [siren wails]