Jackie: Miss St. George, are you okay?
Christine St. George: Yes, this happens to me every Valentine's Day. I see a couple in love and it reminds me that I am missing the one thing that every woman needs to feel good about herself.
Jackie: A friend that's fatter then you?
Christine St. George: Love! I sacrificed love for my career and sometimes I think I maybe did the wrong thing. Have a drink with me.
Jackie: Really?
Christine St. George: Tell me all about yourself. Who you are, what makes you tick.
Jackie: Well, um...
Christine St. George: No! Let's go back to me. I was born in a small hamlet just outside a little place I like to call New York.
[later:]
Christine St. George: And so I returned safely to base camp, that half-frozen Sherpa on my back. There's a famous Tibetan folksong about it.
Jackie: Wow. You're incredible.
Christine St. George: So are you. Here's to you, dear.
Jackie: No, to you, Miss St. George.
Christine St. George: Well, that's what I meant. Why on God's green earth would I drink to you? You're cut off.