Mac: So what bothered you? That I went to the beach with him[Mic], or that you thought I was topless?
Harm: You weren't?
Mac: Harmon Rabb, you are a prude!
Harm: I am not! Look, I don't care if you wanna go topless.
Mac: You do if it's in front of Mic!
Harm: You worked with the guy Mac! You wouldn't go topless in front of me...
Mac: Is that a request?
Harm: (embarrassed) You know, they wrote eternity on this bridge in lights on New Year's Eve.
Mac: Is that how long we're gonna wait?
Mac: We're not in Washington. We're not even on the same continent.
Harm: The location doesn't change who we are.
Mac: Most men would disagree with you.
Harm: I know. I disagree with me sometimes, too.
Mac: But you still can't let go.
Harm: Not yet.
Mac: (suddenly understanding) You're just this way with me, aren't you?
Harm: Yeah. Only with you.
Mac: I suppose I should be flattered.
Harm: You should, Sarah.