Diane: I'm leaving.
Sam: Wait. Wait. You're not leaving yet. Not until I say one more thing.
Diane: Oh, what?
Sam: Get the hell outta here.
Diane: You are about to cross a very dangerous line.
Sam: You heard me. I want you out.
Diane: If this is coming out of the heat of the moment, it is a very bad mistake. One which you will never be able to correct.
Sam: Out.
Diane: Because if I go, I am never, ever coming back.
Sam: Can I get that in writing? Oh, damn, I only got pencils, I'd sure like to get this in ink.