Street Vendor: Are you going to buy anything or not?
Liz: Shush, shush, I'm concentrating.
Street Vendor: Ok.
Jane: I mean, c'mon! I was comparing men to animals... Which, let's face it, sometimes they are. But sometimes, they are not. Sometimes, you open the barn door, or the bedroom door, or the hospital room door, and you find the real thing. You find a guy that can sit with you when you're at your absolute worst, when your face looks like a punching bag and you're elbow deep in Kleenex, and he can still look at you, and tell you that Ray is not the last man you're ever going to love.