— Look, I feel like I can give you a list of things that are sucky about being pregnant. For starters, I'm now horny as I've ever been and my husband is repulsed by me.
— Listen, if you really need it that badly, I will suck it up and shut my eyes so tight and then do you.
— Thank you for the sacrifice.
— It's because I love 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?
— Hey, have you ever been in love before?
— Once. She was a janitor. Well, for her, the mop always came first, you know? And that was fine, until one day I come home from work early and there they are in bed. They were just cuddling, but still, you know. It was really the emotional betrayal that makes it hard to talk about. But you've changed all of that for me.