Cliff: Hey, uh, Sammy, don't let Diane hear about Rhonda. She'll load that info into her shotgun and take aim, huh?
Sam: Yeah, no one is going to ruin Sam Malone's weekend, no matter what Diane says. [dials the phone] Yeah, hello, Vicki? Yeah, it's Sam Malone. Yeah, yeah, listen, uh, how, how does the idea of, uh, 48 hours of sun and surf up at the Cape grab ya? Oh, yeah? Well, if that grabs ya, how's the idea of me grabbing you grab you? Yeah, all right. All right. Yeah, me, too. Okay, l, I'll see ya in about two hours then, Vicki. All right. Bye-bye. [hangs up]
Cliff: Yeah.
Diane: I thought her name was Rhonda.
Sam: Well, uh... Rhonda canceled. But that's good. That's good because I like, I like Vicki better than Rhonda. As a matter of fact, I kind of hope that, that Vicki cancels because I have somebody even better waiting in the wings.
Diane: I know. Me.
Sam: No, no, not you.