Sam: Frasier thinks I'm depressed because I'm in love with you.
Diane: Oh, dear. I didn't see that coming.
Sam: Yeah. Well, I'm gonna go back in there and tell him the truth before this gets even more ridiculous.
Diane: Oh, Sam. Didn't you see the bounce in that man's step? The twinkle in his eye? Let him think he made a good diagnosis. What harm could it possibly do?
Sam: Oh, I don't know. As long as you don't think I'm in love with you.
Diane: Well, I don't.
Sam: All right.
Diane: Not entirely. At all. Much. Not a bit. Mostly.