O Solteirão

Ben Kalmen: You got your little jokes, you know, the Spanish thing, interests are the same, and the studying. But, um, are you getting it, you know, where it counts?

Maureen: Oh, Ben. Cheston thinks you care about him.

Ben Kalmen: This has nothing to do with him. He's never gonna know about this. Never.

Maureen: Aren't you a little old for all this?

Ben Kalmen: You're still standing here, aren't you?

Maureen: Yeah, 'cause I'm contemplating throwing this drink in your face. But I'm not going to, because I don't want Cheston to know what you just tried. So you can just walk away. Please.

Ben Kalmen: Nothing personal.

Maureen: Hey. That is it, actually. Since you asked, that's what I get from him. Something personal. Besides getting it done where it counts, which he does. Cheston and I reach each other. He's tender and sweet and smart and funny and a million things that you aren't.

Ben Kalmen: I was once, honey. It doesn't last.