Diane: Sam, what do you think of Vivaldi at the ceremony?
Sam: You can invite anybody you want. I don't care. I'm not going to be- As a matter of fact, nobody's going to be there 'cause there's not going to be a wedding, but if you want to work here, that's fine. You got my blessings.
Diane: I'm glad you've come around to see the wisdom of it.
Sam: Oh, there's wisdom in it. There's tons of wisdom. Let me tell you why. I want you to have a front-row seat here for all the luscious babes I'm going to have marching through here every night. As a matter of fact, from now on, it's casaba city, and you're looking at the mayor.
Diane: You'll pardon me if I don't refer to you as "Your Honor."
Sam: You know, I'm going down to the Cape this weekend for a little R&R. That's Rhonda and room service. [all hooting]
Diane: I love the Cape. We spent so many happy hours there. Sightseeing, talking...
Sam: Yeah, well, Rhonda and I aren't going to have any time for sightseeing. We're going to be just coming up for air long enough to order some of that fish head soup.
Diane: Bouillabaisse.
Sam: No, I mean it.