Diane: [to Woody] Give me your shoes. Give me your shoes.
Cliff: Oh, Diane, are you bowling?
Diane: Yes.
Sam: Come on. Well, are you any good?
Diane: Yes. And if you whisper a word of this to anyone who matters, I'll find you and I'll kill you. Did you think I came by my utter contempt for the sport by accident? Hardly. I took it in college.
Sam: You bowled in college?
Diane: Yes. I needed the PE credits. I could read between frames, and you didn't have to run. I spent six semesters sweating in a tawdry bowling alley.
Carla: Bowlers don't sweat.
Diane: They do when they're wearing tweed. In spite of my complete disdain for the experience, I have no intention of letting this Ivy League lounge lizard insult me and my sorority sisters and send Cheers to ignominious defeat. [Diane bowls a strike] Your mama!