Diane: Woody, you've hit on nearly every woman in the bar. Why are you so persistent?
Woody: Well, when Beth gets here, you know, I want to show her that I got someone else, too. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's that look of pity in her eyes.
Diane: I'm sure she's far too wrapped up in her own happiness to have time to pity you.
Woody: Well, that is a comfort.