Miranda: Hey, I was hoping you'd come back.
Harry: I came back to say good-bye.
Miranda: Well, can't we go across the street to the diner and get a cup of coffee or something?
Harry: June bug, what we had here was very special. Hum of the dryers, fluorescent lights, sweet, sweet smell of softener sheets. But take that away, and I'm afraid we got nothing.
Miranda: What are you, some kind of moron?
Harry: I know it's hard to understand, but, uh, at least we'll always have this, huh? And this. [holds up a pair of panties]
Miranda: Hey! Oh, that's gross.
Harry: That's right. That's right. Fight daddy. Fight daddy.