Rebecca: What I need is to blot out Elliot's memory.
Diane: That's exactly what you should do.
Rebecca: I'm looking for a man.
Diane: Pardon?
Rebecca: Diane, I've been thinking about this carefully, and I think what I need is something I've never had before. An evening of unbridled bestial pleasure. I want to burn at the stake of passion.
Diane: Rebecca, you're very vulnerable right now. Please, don't do anything foolish.
Rebecca: I've never done anything foolish in my life and it's high time I did. Now, the man I'm looking for should be peasant stock. Tall, dark, strong, hairy arms. But most important, he should be unintellectual. One-word sentences. Do you know anyone like that?
Diane: No! Nuh-uh.