ALLAN: Linda, I understand, really.
LINDA: You’re sure? You’re not just saying that to make things easy?
ALLAN: No, I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us we both know you belong to Dick. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not on it with him you’ll regret it. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday, and for the rest of your life.
LINDA: That’s beautiful.
ALLAN: It’s from Casablanca. I waited my whole life to say it. (Allan, Linda and Dick say their goodbyes and the imaginary Bogey appears…)
BOGEY: That was great. You’ve really developed yourself a little style.
ALLAN: Yeah. I do have a certain amount of style don’t I?
BOGEY: Well, I guess you won’t be needing me anymore. There’s nothing I can tell you now that you don’t already know.
ALLAN: I guess that’s so, I guess the secret’s not being you; it’s being me. True, you’re not too tall and kinda ugly, but what the hell. I’m short enough and ugly enough to succeed on my own.
BOGEY: Here’s looking at you, kid.