Ted: This isn't hopeless. You're gonna find someone for me.
Ellen: No, I won't. You're gonna die alone.
Ted: I'm not gonna die alone. Look at me. I'm bright, I'm attractive. You just have to get back out there and keep looking.
Ellen: No, you're never gonna find anybody. And every year, you're just getting older and it's getting harder and harder.
Ted: You're being ridiculous. I'm gonna be up on that wall one of these days.
Ellen: No, you won't.
Ted: Yes, I will
Ellen: How do you know?
Ted: I don't know, but I believe. Hell, if a cockroach and a mouse can find love in this crazy city, then, dammit, so can I.
Ellen: You're losing me.