— I made a decision when it comes to Emma. I'm gonna back off.
— Back off?
— For the sake of the boy. Let his parents have a fair shot. Without a devilishly handsome pirate standing in the way.
— You serious?
— Yeah. I am devilishly handsome.
— Thanks, man.
— Oh, don't thank me yet. You see, I'm in this for the long haul. You've already walked out on Emma once. I'm not so sure she'll let you back in. Are you?
— I really like you, Mary. I like you a lot. I'm gonna ask you something flat out and I want you to answer me honestly: What do you think the chances are of a girl like you and a guy like me ending up together?
— Lloyd, that's difficult to say. I mean we hardly...
— I asked you to be honest, Mary.
— But Lloyd, I really can't...
— Come on, give it to me straight. I drove a long way to see you, the least you can do is level with me. What are my chances?
— Not good.
— You mean not good, like one out of a hundred? I'd say more like one out of a million.
— So you're telling me there's a chance?