Mary: Oh, Dick, I feel I owe you a thank you. You certainly made the time pass. I can't blame the weather on you. Well, I could, but I won't. Sometimes things just don't work out.
Dick: Oh, I don't know. Sometimes on the way to what's supposed to happen, something even better happens. Which is why I am pleased to present you with this orb, containing a diorama of the city of Chicago in a state of perpetual blizzard. [shakes snow globe] It's remarkable, isn't it?
Mary: Yes, it is. And I have something for you.
Dick: You do?
Mary: The crimson shovel.
Dick: Oh, thank you.
Mary: Let's go dig out the car.
Dick: Absolutely. It should be easy to find. I left the lights on.