Rich: You know, I couldn't help but hear you and Patterson talking about, uh, Jane Junior?
Jane: I really don't want to talk about it, Rich.
Rich: I get it, okay, I really do. I'm terrified that there's a little Dicky Dotcom out there that I don't know about.
Jane: Because of the child support?
Rich: No, because a soothsayer once told me I'd be murdered by somebody with baby hands. Don't worry about it, but, uh, you know my pitch about the little Turkish girl who dreams of America? That wasn't about my great grandma. That was about you.
Jane: Oh, this should be good.
Rich: See, I figure you're on a journey, just like that little girl, and maybe your "America" is your daughter. Maybe it isn't, I don't know, but... I just feel like your story deserves a happy ending.
Jane: Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the happy ending type.
Rich: Jane... look at me. I used to be a bad guy. Now I'm a good guy. Because of you. And if you can give me a happy ending, shouldn't you try to give one to yourself?