Sam: Come on, I wanna know what lousy things these people know about me.
Diane: I told them about Christmas.
Sam: That again? What is wrong with giving steak knives? I give them to my mother and she loved them. I give them to you and I never hear the end of it.
Diane: Sam, for heaven's sakes, I was your lover. You could have given me something more personal.
Sam: What did you give me for Christmas? A scarf. What's so personable about that?
Diane: I knit it myself. And I had to take classes to learn how. I sent away for the cashmere months in advance just to get that particular grade. I consulted a colorist to determine the best colors for you and I hand-dyed the fabric myself!
Sam: Yeah, well, I would have made the steak knives except I hocked my forge to buy the bar.