Sam: [answers the phone] Cheers.
Diane: Hello, it's me.
Sam: Oh, hold on here a second. Hey there, you been dreaming about me again? You just had to call?
Diane: Actually, I was calling to talk to everyone. Chat a little. Tell you how nice the weather's been. How romantic Europe has been. [chuckles] Oh, yes, it's been very romantic. The kind of place that makes a man lose his head and propose to a gal on a night such as this.
Sam: Ah. So, who do you wanna speak to next?
Diane: I'm talking about Frasier, Sam. He had a couple of sips of Chianti tonight and asked me to marry him.
Sam: Did you say a couple of sips or barrels?
Diane: I knew you'd be this way.
Sam: No, no, I'm not being any way here. Um... So what'd you tell him?
Diane: I haven't told him anything yet. I'm just basking in the moment.
Sam: Uh-huh. I see. So what's the problem? You always told me you and Frasier are a perfect match.
Diane: There's no problem.
Sam: Uh-huh.