You know, I used to live like Robinson Crusoe. Shipwrecked, among eight million people. And then one day I saw a footprint in the sand... and there you were.
— Well, I don't wanna gloat, but just between us, you had it coming to you. You're gonna have a shiner tomorrow. Let me get my bag.
— Don't bother, Doc. It doesn't hurt a bit.
— What do you call it when somebody keeps gettin' smashed up in car accidents?
— Badinsurancerisk?
— That's me with men. I was jinxed from the word go. First time I was ever kissed was in a cemetery.