Margaret: No, I can't be with you anymore. I don't feel what I felt before. I'm sorry.
Cliff: Well, uh, is there any way we could, you know, get that feeling back?
Margaret: We can tell them the truth.
Cliff: Oh, no, Margaret. See, if you tell them the truth, they're gonna know that I lied.
Margaret: Yes, but with your record, the worst that will happen to us, is that we'll get a slap on the wrist, and then we can get on with our lives.
Cliff: You know what's going to happen, don't ya? What we did back at that motel is going to become part of the postal record.
Margaret: I can live with that.
Cliff: Me, too. Do you think they'd give us a copy of that?