Sally: No, Don, I know what I'm doing. I just want them to be as happy as we are.
Don: But we-- We weren't forced together, Sally. We came together naturally. I mean, you were this- this huge boulder, and I was this tiny drop of water. And it took time, but I kept dripping... drip, drip, drip... until I wore you down.
Sally: Yeah, you did.
Don: And now look at us. You're still a boulder, but I've worn a nice little crease in you.

Dick: Jennifer.
Jennifer Ravelli: Dick, you scared me well-nigh to death.
Dick: I've been waiting for you.
Jennifer Ravelli: For me?
Dick: We have to nip this thing in the bud. It pains me to say this, but we can't be an item.
Jennifer Ravelli: We can't be an item?
Dick: No, we can't. And it's not because you're not beautiful, because you know you are. And I can't pretend that your intellect doesn't intrigue me, because I'd like to drill holes in your head and suck all your thoughts out with a straw. I'd love nothing more than to sweep you off your feet right now and take you away to some distant island where we could romp naked in the crystal waters and pay way too much for mediocre food, but what can we do? It's basically a monopoly, and the service is pretty good. But I can't! I can't! And that's going to have to be final!

Mary: How about we spend some time together? Tonight. Just the two of us.
Dick: Really?
Mary: Absolutely. I'll bring the wine. Say, uh, 6:00?
Lucy: You've got the roundtable on tenure.
Mary: 7:00.
Lucy: Steering committee.
Mary: 8:00?
Lucy: Well, you're open, but I could make something up.
Mary: 8:00.
Dick: I'll see you at my place. Oh, and, uh, Lucy what are you doing at 8:00?
Lucy: Nothing.
Dick: That's right.