Clementine: Maybe you can find yourself a nice antique rocking chair to die in.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MindClementine: My embarrassing admission is I really like that you're nice, right now.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MindMordcha: If the rich could hire others to die for them we, the poor, would all make a nice living.
Fiddler on the Roof