Sam: Perhaps a spot of chamomile tea would calm you down. [removes a tea set from his desk] There you go. Please. Careful.
Diane: Sam, I never found you so attractive.
Sam: Oh, well, how nice. Listen, before we take this any further, would you mind sitting down? I'd love to play you a little something from an opera that I've been writing. It's-- It's based on the Old Testament. It combines the brooding intensity of Mahler with the pesky insouciance of Poulenc, and it goes something like this. [plays the keyboard]
Diane: Sam? Sam? Take me. Now. I want you. Put the keyboard away, and let me be the instrument you play on.
Sam: Diane?
Diane: Yes.
Sam: Do you realize you just ended that proposition with a preposition?
Diane: Just have me. Have me. [they kiss]