Harry: Sure
Sally: Well, explain to me how you do it? What do you say?
Harry: Just say I have an early meeting, early haircut, early squash game...
Sally: You don't play squash.
Harry: They don't know that. They just met me.
Harry: I know. I feel terrible.
Sally: You know, I am so glad I never got involved with you. I just would've ended up being some
woman you had to get up out of bed and leave at 3 o'clock in the morning to go clean your
andirons. And you don't even have a fireplace. Not that I would know this.
Sally: Yes, it is! You are a human affront to all women. And I am a woman.
Harry: Hey, I don't feel great about this. But, I don't hear anyone complaining.
Harry: I think they have an okay time.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Whaddyamean, how do I know? I know.
Sally: Because they...
Sally: It's possible.
Harry: Get outta here.
Sally: Why? Most women at one time or another have faked it.
Harry: Well, they haven't faked it with me.
Sally: How do you know?
Harry: Because I know.
Sally: Oh. Right. That's right. I forgot–you're a man.
Harry: What is that supposed to mean?
Sally: Nothing. It's just that all man are sure it never happened to them and most woman at one time or
another have done it, so you do the math.
Harry: You don't think that I can tell the difference?
Sally: No
Harry: Get outta here.
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