Cliff: We ran out of gas.
Diane: Well, the gauge reads half full.
Cliff: Yeah, yeah, it always reads half full. It's stuck there. I guess in the excitement of the night, I just forgot to fill the tank.
Diane: Well, what are we going to do? We're miles from a gas station.
Cliff: [grazes Diane's shoulder] [sings] Look at me I'm as helpless as a kitten in a tree And I'm clinging to a cloud I can't understand I get misty Just holding your hand Walk my way
Diane: Get out.
Cliff: And a thousand vio-
Diane: Now!
Cliff: Yes, ma'am.