Babette: Oh! Rory, Sweety! Hold on there, baby. Rory: Hey, Babette. Is everything okay? Babette: I should be asking you that question. Come here. Let me see that arm. Oh, you poor little thing. How you doin', huh? Rory: I'm doing fine. Babette: Ah, look at ya' being brave like that after all you've been through. Geeze! It's so hard being a woman! Isn't it? Rory: I guess. Babette: I mean you got your morals and your standards and your good common sense and then, BAM! You meet some guy and then all that goes right out the window. Rory: But... Babette: For every good woman, there's a dirty little wolf just ready to lead her astray. you can't help it. He's got the eyes, the chin, chest hair you could carpet your dining room with. What's a woman to do? We're not made of steal for God's sakes. Rory: Babette... Babette: I was in a cult once. Did I tell you that? Rory: No! Babette: I met this guy once, gorgeous, tan, looked just like Mickey Hargitay. We had coffee. He gave me a pamphlet. Next thing you know, I'm wearin' a moomoo playing the tambourine jumping up and down at the airport. Rory: Okay, I really have to get inside. Babette: Oh, sure hon, sure. You go take good care of yourself, and don't be embarrassed toots. This has happened to all of us.