Sam: Listen, Diane, I know why you're doing this. It's my fault and I'm sorry.
Diane: Don't flatter yourself.
Sam: No, it is. It is. You know, my walking out in the middle of an argument wasn't exactly... Boy, when I was a kid, I had nightmares about places like this. Do you think you could... [Diane turns the lights on] Whoa, no bats! Listen, listen. I came over here for a reason. I brought you this. It's a present. Open it.
Diane: You bought me a present at this hour?
Sam: What's time? When your lady's owed a present, she gets a present.
Diane: What is it?
Sam: It's a boxing-glove purse.
Diane: How much did you pay for this?
Sam: Hey, price is no object.
Diane: Obviously.