You thought that once Diana was born, that I would just have to look into that tiny little face, with your hazel eyes and my crooked chin, and that would be it, and that we would just live happily ever after. And, you know something, Charlie, deep down inside, I thought the same thing. But that is not happening. Charlie?
What do you want people to say about you after you're dead and gone? 'That Bailey, he sure was sensible with his money,' or 'Damn, he looked good in that black cashmere suit?'