Sam: Say, do I sense a bit of tension between you and dear old Mother Crane?
Diane: Well, I don't want to blow this out of proportion. Doesn't every woman feel their mother-in-law-to-be is an evil, dark-hearted, psychotic murderess? I mean competitor.
Sam: What exactly did she say?
Diane: I don't remember it word for word. Something about, "l have a gun and I know how to use it." And then before she left, she said I needed a night on the town like I needed a hole in the head.
Sam: [laughs] That's kinda cute.
Diane: Cute? You think a death threat is cute?
Sam: Well, not as a rule, no... But, you know, your sense of humor is not exactly your strong point. Now, is it possible that this lady is joking with you?
Diane: Well, anything is possible, but what's funny about... a hole in the head? Oh, God... Is it possible? Oh, I feel so foolish. She must think I'm a twit.
Sam: Don't worry about that. Because when I first met you, I thought you were a twit, too.
Diane: Boy, this gal is a real kidder, huh? I mean, we're talking veritable goose. Well, fortunately, we're having lunch together, so I can show Hester that I can give as good as I get.