Diane: Sam, what is it? Tell me what you have to say and then leave, please.
Sam: Listen, I want you to come back to Cheers. I don't think you belong here, Diane.
Diane: No, Sam, I do belong here. Although I'm not of their order, the sisters took me in, and working here among them has helped me find the peace that had so eluded me. Besides, if I came back to Cheers, it would lead to nothing but terrible problems between you and me.
Sam: No, no, it's not like that anymore. Because all I feel for you is the concern of a friend. The same way I would for, say, Norm or a dog.
Diane: You say that, but you know our passions always overcome our intentions. We say it's over, and yet we still end up in each other's arms, hugging, then kissing, perhaps lightly at first but then with open mouths hungry, probing tongues...
Sam: Go on, please.
Diane: I appreciate the offer, Sam, but I'm needed here, and I need to be here and I need to be needed here.