Diane: Sam, aren't you forgetting one important step? You still have to get her to marry you.
Sam: It's no problem. As soon as I get her face-to-face, she'll fall under the old Sammy spell.
Cliff: You killer.
Diane: Sam Malone, your vanity knows no bounds.
Sam: All the same, I guess I ought to wear something nice. My best outfit. Say, Diane, when you dream of me, what am I wearing?
Diane: An ant hill.