Sam: Oh, come on, Diane. It was just physical. I mean, that stuff doesn't mean anything to me. Come on, don't you see what I'm doing here? I'm just honing my skills for that magical night that you and I hit the sheets running.
Diane: Sam, you and I will couple when 1,000 ice ages have come and gone.
Sam: All right. How soon do we get to play touchy-feely?