Raymond: Dorothy, isn't there anything I can say that'll make you change your mind and come with me?
Dorothy: I'm afraid not. Look at the brochure again. Honestly, Raymond, if I went to the Bahamas with you, I would spend the entire time worrying about my mother and frolicking gaily on sandy white beaches.
Raymond: Dancing cheek to cheek under starry skies.
Dorothy: And sharing romantic interludes to the sound of the pounding waves. Oh, God, I hate that wretched old woman!