(Morris is making a memory tape.)
Abby: Smart, uh, efficient, uhm, loyal friend...
Morris: Something, something about my charm. Like: A man whose charm with women is matched only by his sensitivity with patients. Yes! Action.
Abby: This is stupid. Forget it.
Morris: What? Abs! This is it!
Abby: Abs?! Don't call me Abs!
Morris: I am out of here today, you're not gonna have Archie Morris to kick around anymore.
Morris: Can't blame a guy for wanting to carry around some fond memories.
Abby: You're not going to Kilimanjaro, Morris.