Sam: Come on. Wait a second. I'm not doing anything here.
Diane: Sam, you broke into my apartment. I have the evidence.
Sam: You know, you're a loon. That's what you are. I'm getting the hell out of here.
Diane: Oh, you have to run, huh? Well, I'll just call the police and give them your address.
Sam: You make me so mad sometimes, I'd like to take your face and just...
Diane: Excuse me. I'd be very careful what you say. It could be used against you in court. So, what's the final verdict on the coffee?
Sam: What? What are you doing to me, Diane? I'm losing my mind here. I mean, the first time I say you, I said to myself that could be the woman who's going to make me happy for the rest of my life. Now I'd be happy just to stay out of jail. You make me sorry I was ever born.
Diane: Sam, I know how you feel.
Sam: Don't let them take me away, huh?
Diane: Sam, I think the important thing here is that we've both learned something tonight. You've learned that violence and hostility have no place in a romantic relationship.
Sam: No. No place at all. No place at all.
Diane: And I've discovered something, too.
Sam: What?
Diane: I like the lift part. I like it a lot.