É a bilha de gás...

Norville Barnes: Say, what do you think you were in your previous life, Amy?

Amy Archer: Oh, I don't know. Maybe I was just a fast-talking career gal who thought she was one of the boys.

Norville Barnes: Oh no, Amy, pardon me for saying so but I find that very farfetched.

Amy Archer: Norville, there really is something I have to tell you --

Norville Barnes: That kind of person would come back as a wildebeest, or a warthog. No, I think it more likely that you were a gazelle, with long, graceful legs, gamboling through the underbrush. Perhaps we met once, a chance encounter in a forest glade. I must have been an antelope or an ibex. What times we must have had. Foraging together for sustenance, picking the grubs and burrs from one another's coats. Or perhaps we simply touched our horns briefly and went our separate ways.

Amy Archer: I wish it were that simple, Norville. I wish I was still a gazelle, and you were an antelope or an ibex.

Norville Barnes:Well, can I at least call you deer? [laughs] Seriously, Amy, the whole thing is what your beatnik friends call a kar-mah –

Amy Archer: Karma.

Norville Barnes: The great circle of life.

Amy Archer: Yeah, yeah. I think I've heard of that. What goes around comes around.