Crichton crosses the room and grabs the chair from the desk to turn it around backward and straddle it. He figures this is going to be a long one, might as well get comfortable. And, as predicted, it's just as wild as he was expecting. At least there's a happy ending?

"Arthur, you must have the worst luck of any man I've ever met." Including himself, which is really saying something.

"But, I'm glad you saved that baby and got her home. Sorry I yelled at you about it."