Diane: Now, how can I come back knowing you think of me as nothing but your handmaiden?
Sam: You know, Diane it gets me the way you women are always talking about sex on the job. I mean, as if you were the only victims. What about me?
Diane: What about you?
Sam: You telling me you took this job because you wanted to be a waitress?
Diane: Absolutely not. I- I had a burning desire to discover and explore this vein of American culture.
Sam: Bull! You had a burning desire to discover and explore Mount Sammy here.
Diane: What are you saying?
Sam: I'm saying you took this job because I'm here. You had sex on your mind, too.
Diane: That's not true! Not entirely true!
Sam: Yeah? Well, how do you think it makes me feel to know that the first time you saw me you undressed me with your eyes. You had no regard for my dignity as a man, as an employer. I was just a challenge to you. Another notch on your belt. Well, let me tell you something, Miss Chambers. I am a person. I have dignity too, you know. I know you have no regard for this job. And you continually tell me that I have the brain of a cucumber. So what's left? The only thing that's left is that you want your physical lust satisfied. And that's where I come in. [Diane chuckles as Sam buries his face in his arm]
Diane: Well, there's only one thing to do.
Sam: I know, I know. I'll undress and do my duty.