Jay: Boy, I'd sure like to see the sweet sight of my vote counting.
Dottie: Why would I say I'd do something and not do it? That would make me a liar instead of a trusting widow who fell asleep in the warm embrace of a man who promised to make breakfast.
Jay: Okay, here it is. Look, I am so sorry. You were the first woman I'd been with besides my ex in thirty-five years. I panicked. An- And it wasn't 'cause y- you weren't pretty naked or anything like that. I'd have run from Angie Dickinson.
Dottie: Oh, lucky her.
Jay: Dottie.
Dottie: Good-bye, Jay!
Jay: Dottie, Dottie, please. I'm just trying to get my ballot in the box.
Dottie: Oh, yeah, that sounds familiar.
Jay: Yeah, but you don't have to do anything. Just let me put it in! Uhh. Shouldn't have said that.