Babette: Look at you being brave like that after all you've been through. It's so hard being a woman, isn't it?
Rory: I guess.
Babette: I mean, you got your morals, your standards, and good common sense and then, bam, you meet some guy, and all that goes right out the window. For every good woman, there's a dirty little wolf ready to lead her astray! You can't help it. He's got the eyes, the chin, chest hair you could carpet your dining room with. I mean, what's a woman to do? We're not made of steel, for God's sakes!
Rory: Babette.
Babette: I was in a cult once! Did I tell you that?
Rory: No.
Babette: I met this guy once. Gorgeous, tan, looked just like Mickey Hargitay. We had coffee. He gave me a pamphlet. Next thing you know I'm wearing a muumuu, playing a tambourine, jumping up and down at the airport!
Rory: I really have to get inside.
Babette: Sure, honey. Take good care of yourself. And don't be embarrassed, toots! This has happened to all of us.