You are really my kind of guy

Jesse Heywood:
[drunk]
Failure, failure, Failure, failure, Failure, failure, failure. That's the story of my life, you know. Two things have always been my downfall - I have always been the most failure of anybody, and I'm too thin. Saloon Girl:
[drunk]
But I don't think you're too thin. Jesse Heywood:
Ah, it's all bloat. Bloated thin failure! That's me. [waggles both of his thumbs at himself] Saloon Girl:
I think you're wonderful. I just love a man that can't make his mark in life. Jesse Heywood:
Uhuh Penny, uhuh Penny, she's really something, you know that? [looks at saloon girl questioningly] Saloon Girl:
[nods affirmatively]
Uhuh. Jesse Heywood:
You know she used me. She tricked me. [tearfully] Jesse Heywood:
She made me think that she loved me. Saloon Girl:
[shakes her head sympathetically]
Ohhh... Jesse Heywood:
I should have known better. [tearfully] Jesse Heywood:
Nobody ever loved me. Did you know I had to take my own cousin to the graduation dance? Saloon Girl:
[shakes her head sympathetically and tearfully]
Ohhhhhhhhhh... Jesse Heywood:
I threw up on her dress. Saloon Girl:
[slurring]
You are really my kind of guy