Ed Yourdon:
Rachel, I'm sorry! I just told him that you wore your boots to bed at night... what's wrong with that?
Ed Yourdon:
If I just stand here quietly, in the middle of the station, I'm sure my boyfriend will eventually find me...
Ed Yourdon:
Hug
Ed Yourdon:
Gawd, this is boring. Is this the same guy who wrote, "It was the best of times; it was the worst of times..."?
Ed Yourdon:
Penn Station? That's where our train is? Helen, I think we're in the wrong place: isn't this the Grand Station?
Ed Yourdon:
There are a thousand people in this train station, and I feel so alone...