Sam: Uh, wait. Wait a second. It's not like this is important to me or anything, but are you aware that I am the only person in this bar who's not in that book?
Diane: Uh, really?
Sam: You know, when I played baseball, I used to get quoted all the time. I mean, reporters used to hang around my locker, just waiting for me to say something intelligent.
Diane: I know the feeling! Sam, come on, that was a joke!
Sam: Okay, fine. No, you know, you're not joking, you're telling me that I'm too dumb to be in that book.
Diane: Sam, there are a lot of people in this book just as dumb as you are. Now, look. I want natural poetry, OK? I'm writing down spontaneous statements. All day you've been trying too hard.
Sam: That's all right, fine! I don't really want to be in that stupid, pretentious book of yours, anyway. You know, you've been writing some pretty stupid stuff in that book. I mean I've heard some of the stuff you've been writing in that book, and it's stupid. You know, I mean, what does a stuffed shirt know about blue-collar poetry, huh?
Diane: That's good, that's really good.