Sam: Well, she can't stop thinking about me. Obviously, little Miss Sue has a bad case of Sammy-itis.
Diane: Sometimes known as the swine flu. Sam, admit it. The poor woman had a low threshold for overbearing bores.
Sam: Well, I got an idea. Maybe I could send her a relief map of my body.
Diane: Or you could send her a life-sized portrait of your brain. I know a good miniaturist.
Sam: No, that's not sexy enough.