Tracy Whitney

— I asked the girl if she wanted marry me but I promise myself I'd never do that again.
— Don't you ever break a promise?
— If I give to yourself I don't. But you can ask me.
— Shall I get down on one knee?
— No, it's not necessary.
— Will you marry me?
— I don't know... Tracy, yeah.

— My key... How did you..? I didn't feel anything.
— Guess which poket it's in. Guess right — you'll get it, guess wrong — you're coming for a drink.