Lloyd: What are the chances of a guy like you and a girl like me... ending up together? Mary: Well, that's pretty difficult to say. Lloyd: Hit me with it! I've come a long way to see you, Mary. The least you can do is level with me. What are my chances? Mary: Not good. Lloyd: You mean, not good like one out of a hundred? Mary: I'd say more like one out of a million. [pause] Lloyd: So you're telling me there's a chance.
Lloyd: Why you going to the airport, flying somewhere? Mary: How'd you guess? Lloyd: I saw your luggage, then when I noticed the airline ticket I put 2 and 2 together.