Diane: What are you accusing me of?
Sam: I'm accusing you of accusing me of being a liar. I mean, all that crap about calling the newspaper. You just said that to get me crazy, huh? I mean, you and I both know you wouldn't make that call. Would you? Would you? [Diane walks past Sam] You did it! Oh, you called them! I can't believe it! Now you know there's no funeral. There's no Nathan Malone. God, what a stupid name.
Diane: Sam. Sam. I didn't call.
Sam: You didn't?
Diane: No.
Sam: Well, then, I look like an idiot.
Diane: No argument there.