Sally: Unbelievable. Look at all these magazines. Everything revolves around the beautiful people. They have it all. I mean how are the rest of us supposed to compete?
Harry: Well, you got a big hunk of celery in your teeth, and that won't help.
Sally: Thanks. Look at this. Every beautiful woman is with a beautiful guy.
Harry: Yeah, we do tend to gravitate to our own kind.
Sally: Man, how did a gorgeous guy like Don end up with a double-bagger like me?
Harry: It's a brain-teaser.
Sally: It's wrong. It is wrong, Harry. I mean, this- This is the life Don should be living. He should be the dude with the hot babe on his shoulders. And he should be on the jet-ski with a menthol cigarette in his mouth but he's not. Because I'm draggin' him down. I'm draggin' my beautiful Donny down.
Harry: Mmm. You know, I didn't want to say anything, but you totally are.
Sally: Thanks, Harry. Now I know what to do.