Diane: Well, I submitted one of my poems for publication, and quite honestly, I was overwhelmed by the response. It was more than I could ever have hoped for. But I blush. Read it. It speaks for itself. [giggles]
Frasier: Oh, uh this is a rejection letter.
Diane: It's not a rejection letter per se. It's a "soon and inevitably to be accepted" letter. Listen to this. "Your work is not entirely without promise." They're almost begging for another submission.
Sam: Boy, you know, I- l hope you don't get your hopes up there too high, because that looks like a form letter to me.
Diane: Poor Sam. This really threatens you, doesn't it? Let me assure you that I can heed my man as well as my muse. Syzygy would not even have bothered to respond to my letter if they hadn't perceived me as an up-and-coming literary talent.
Sam: You know, this is just like you. You- You turn every defeat into a victory. It's like the time when I said that I didn't want to see you anymore, and you all of a sudden start making wedding plans.
Diane: Sam, we can talk about the wedding later, I have work to do.