Carla: So what's your problem, droopy drawers? You've been moping around here all night like a senior high-school girl who just broke up with her steady.
Cliff: Moping, Carla? I'm not moping. I'm just spending a little quiet time by myself. That's what a man is. Solitary, strong, independent. Ever hear of the lone wolf, Carla? The lone wolf, c'est moi. A man alone needing no one. I touch no one and no one touches me. I'm a rock. I'm an island.