Sam: All right. Come on. Let's go.
Diane: No.
Sam: What do you mean "no"? Oh, all right, I see what you doing. That's good. That's, that's very funny. That's... [chuckles] All right. Come on.
Diane: No, the only place I'm going is home.
Sam: You know, it's very funny. I laughed. The joke's over.
Diane: Sam, this is the wrong time for physical dalliance. It's too soon. If we rush into a physical encounter now, we might ruin the much more important nuptial consummation coming up.
Sam: Smell the old salt air.
Diane: Sam, please. This is nothing to worry about. We're on the right course. When we're married, you'll be happy we waited. Really, this is nothing to be upset about. Bye-bye.
Sam: Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine. I mean, it's perfect. You said someone was gonna ruin this weekend, but now I'm really gonna have some fun here. Shoot.
Waiter: Did we lose another one? [Sam groans]