Harry
Why don't you tell me the story of your life.
Sally
The story of my life?
Harry
We've got eighteen hours to kill before we hit New York.
Sally
The story of my life isn't even going to get us out of Chicago. I mean nothing's happened to me yet. That's why I'm going to New York.
Harry
So something can happen to you?
Sally
Yes.
Harry
Like what?
Sally
Like I'm going to journalism school to become a reporter.
Harry
So you can write about things that happen to other people.
Sally
That's one way to look at it.
Harry
Suppose nothing happens to you. Suppose you lived out your whole life and nothing happens. You never meet anybody, you never become anything, and finally you die in one of those New York deaths which nobody notices for two weeks until the smell drifts into the hallway.

