Sam: Uh, all right, sit down, sit down. I guess I'm gonna have to make an executive decision here. All right, hold out your fists. There you go. One potato, two potato, three potato, four...
Diane: Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam. This isn't fair.
Sam: It isn't?
Diane: No. Everybody knows that when you do "one potato, two potato" with three people, you end up with the same person with whom you started.
Sam: Oh, yeah, all right. Uh Oh, I got something else here. All right, all right. My dog died last night. What color is his blood?
Diane: What kind of disgusting game is that?
Sam: It's something I played when I was a kid. Now pick a color.
Diane: What for?
Sam: Your dog's blood.
Diane: Oh, this is horrible. You played this as a child? Well, no wonder you're so disturbed.