Sam: It was three miles away from my aunt's house. Three miles, and all of a sudden it came to me. Ski weekend, huh, am I right?
Diane: I'm sorry, Sam, I'm a little confused. What ski weekend?
Sam: Oh, come on. Somebody probably told you that I used to go skiing with my buddies on this weekend.
Diane: Now that you mention it, I believe Carla said something about that.
Sam: I knew it. I knew it.
Diane: Coach, two draughts.
Sam: And all of a sudden, because of that, you decide that I'm lying about my Uncle Nathan, huh?
Diane: Well, for a moment there, I was a trifle suspicious.
Sam: That is totally, totally silly, honey. That ski weekend is part of my past. Hey, come on. What kind of guy with a swell chick like yourself would go fool around? Anyway, even when I was on that ski weekend, I didn't fool around that much. So even if I were, um, I wouldn't be doing what you think and I'm not, so it's less. Or none. So you feel OK now?
Diane: I was never not OK.