"I'm sorry," I said. Sam started to cry. There was a kind of odd murmur in the seats around us, as the smell began to penetrate to the adjoining rows. At any moment the murmur would probably build to a hiss, and then a chorus of boos, and ultimately Sam and I would be stoned to death with Bic pens.
"What am I apologizing for?" I said. "It's not my fault."
"I know it's not," said Mark. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault either," I said.
"This whole thing is my fault," he said.
"If you really believed that, you would have paid my shuttle fare," I said.
I picked up Sam and stood up to go to the bathroom with him. Mark began to wipe off his blazer with his handkerchief.
"You bought that blazer with Thelma Rice, didn't you?" I said, and started for the back. I didn't even have to hear the answer. Mark's impulse to fall in love is always accompanied by his impulse to purchase clothes with the loved one looking on."/>

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" Sam threw up on Mark's new blazer.
"Shit," said Mark.
"I'm sorry," I said. Sam started to cry. There was a kind of odd murmur in the seats around us, as the smell began to penetrate to the adjoining rows. At any moment the murmur would probably build to a hiss, and then a chorus of boos, and ultimately Sam and I would be stoned to death with Bic pens.
"What am I apologizing for?" I said. "It's not my fault."
"I know it's not," said Mark. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault either," I said.
"This whole thing is my fault," he said.
"If you really believed that, you would have paid my shuttle fare," I said.
I picked up Sam and stood up to go to the bathroom with him. Mark began to wipe off his blazer with his handkerchief.
"You bought that blazer with Thelma Rice, didn't you?" I said, and started for the back. I didn't even have to hear the answer. Mark's impulse to fall in love is always accompanied by his impulse to purchase clothes with the loved one looking on. "

― Nora Ephron , Heartburn

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Nora Ephron quote : Sam threw up on Mark's new blazer.<br />"I'm sorry," I said. Sam started to cry. There was a kind of odd murmur in the seats around us, as the smell began to penetrate to the adjoining rows. At any moment the murmur would probably build to a hiss, and then a chorus of boos, and ultimately Sam and I would be stoned to death with Bic pens.
"What am I apologizing for?" I said. "It's not my fault."
"I know it's not," said Mark. "I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault either," I said.
"This whole thing is my fault," he said.
"If you really believed that, you would have paid my shuttle fare," I said.
I picked up Sam and stood up to go to the bathroom with him. Mark began to wipe off his blazer with his handkerchief.
"You bought that blazer with Thelma Rice, didn't you?" I said, and started for the back. I didn't even have to hear the answer. Mark's impulse to fall in love is always accompanied by his impulse to purchase clothes with the loved one looking on." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>
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