Cliff: Come on, Maggie, bottoms up.
Margaret: I can't, Cliff.
Cliff: Why?
Margaret: How can we celebrate? We dishonored the uniform. I don't feel worthy to wear it.
Cliff: Yeah, I understand. Look, uh, why don't we go back to that motel, lie down and talk about it, huh?
Margaret: No, Cliff. Do you think I fell for you because you're a handsome, sexy man? I fell for you because you're handsome inside. But now, even though I'm the one that corrupted you, you are corrupt. We're both dirty inside.
Cliff: Well, let's go back to the motel, they cater to people like us.