Mascha: What do you see when you look at me.
Harry Solomon: Ooooh, I see someone who's sweet, fun to be with, maybe a little insecure, but I like that about you.
Mascha: Don't you think I'm beautiful?
Harry Solomon: Well, sure you're cute. Even with the mole.
Mascha: Well, then, don't you want to give me anything?
Harry Solomon: Oh, of course I do. I want to give you the mountains, and the river, and the trees.
Mascha: Well, I guess I was just hoping for something more like... extremely expensive jewelry.
Harry Solomon: Hmmm. OK. I was keeping this for a surprise, but...
[he produces one of the purple lollipops he gets when he goes for a haircut]
Harry Solomon: I had the barber take a little off the top. Just for you.
Mascha: Sometimes I feel like such a failure... . I have to tell you something. I'm not from around here.
Harry Solomon: I'm not from around here either.
Mascha: I'm not like other women.
Harry Solomon: I'm not like other guys.
Mascha: I can't tell you why.
Harry Solomon: I can't tell you why, either.
Mascha: We have so much in common.
Harry Solomon: We do.
