Sam: You okay?
Diane: You win, Sam. I've struggled so hard for so long to keep my dreams alive, and I haven't fooled anyone but myself. I know all along you all considered me a pretentious, self-deluded windbag and apparently, you've all been right. I'm never going to be Diane Chambers, the great poet, the world-famous novelist, the revered artist. I've gone as high as I'm going to go. I'm a waitress in a beer hall... and not a very good one. A waitress. A waitress. A waitress.
Man: Miss, could you take our order?
Diane: [sobbing]
Sam: Come on. Let's go have a talk in my office. Come on. Sweetheart?
[As Diane continues to weep, Sam pushes her chair around the bar]