Margaret: I mean, they found a tee and he played golf that day. Nobody walks into a dry cleaner's with a tee. The circumstantial evidence is overwhelming.
Jerry: You had how many dates with him? Three?
Margaret: Around three. I don't know.
Jerry: And...
Margaret: I told you. He stopped calling me. I moved on. I'm not hung up on him. What are you looking at?
Jerry: What? I'm not looking. Nothing.
Margaret: Why are you looking at my face?
Jerry: Where am I going to look?
Margaret: Kiss me.
Jerry: . . . I can't.