“Rita: [Phil has described several people in the diner] What about me, Phil? Do you know me, too?

Phil: I know all about you. You like producing, but you hope for more than Channel 9 Pittsburgh.

Rita: Well, everyone knows that!

Phil: You like boats, but not the ocean. You go to a lake in the summer with your family up in the mountains. There's a long wooden dock and a boathouse with boards missing from the roof, and a place you used to crawl underneath to be alone. You're a sucker for French poetry and rhinestones. You're very generous. You're kind to strangers and children, and when you stand in the snow you look like an angel.

Rita: [in wonder] How are you doing this?

Phil: I told you. I wake up every day, right here, right in Punxsutawney, and it's always February 2nd, and there's nothing I can do about it.”