Diane: Sam, two nights ago on the boat, you demonstrated in no uncertain terms that you and I are inevitable. You said those words I had hoped to hear for so long, "Will you marry me?" Before thinking, I responded no. But then I realized all I needed was some time alone to clear my mind. Now I have returned to you with a resounding "yes." Say, Sam, I don't like it any more than you do, but I've decided to accept it. Therefore, I am going to work here so that when you finally accept it, as we both know you will, we can move forward to build and nurture our relationship. Excuse me. I have customers to wait on.
Sam: No, you- Listen, listen, l, I don't want you here. I don't want you in the building. I don't want you on this planet.
Diane: He's crazy about me.
Sam: No, I'm not crazy about her. You make me sick to my stomach. That's how I am about her.
Diane: We have kind of a little thing going. Now, what would you like? I'm sorry. This isn't my table.