Diane: Oh, Sam! Oh, I can't stand to hear you talk like that. You were right. I was wrong. You can't just lie back and accept getting old. You have to live each day to the fullest.
Sam: I don't know. It's...
Diane: No, really, I mean it. Besides, you men get better looking the older that you get. [gives Sam a mirror] Look at this guy. Huh? Strong. Vital. Sexy. Isn't he something?
Sam: You really think I'm better looking now?
Diane: You're a much more attractive man than when I first met you. Much more. And there's no telling what you may yet achieve. [Sam gets out of bed and heads for the door] I went to the library today, and I found a book that contains a list of people who made contributions well into their latter years. [Sam wheels a cart in front of the door and dims the lights] Listen to this: Leo Tolstoy, Albert Schweitzer, Grandma Moses, Bertrand Russell, Picasso, Goethe...
Sam: Oh, now, he's my favorite.
Diane: Yeah, mine too. Mine too. He... [Sam lowers the bed]What are you doing?
Sam: Well, I just thought I'd make the room look a little more romantic. You keep reading. You go right ahead.
Diane: Oh, Sam, this is wonderful. An old person wouldn't be doing this. This is the act of a vital, strong, young man. Who wants a woman. Who wants sex. Who won't get it. But this is a very positive sign.