Sam: Well, l- l- l don't know. I- I don't know what to say to make this right, except I'm sorry.
Diane: Would 24 hours of wild, uninhibited, hedonistic sexual carousing with anything in a tube top suffice?
Sam: In- In a-addition to saying I'm sorry?
Diane: Sam, you can apologize till the cows come home, but it won't alleviate the problem. After much consideration, I propose that you go on a flesh binge. Sow your wild oats. Get it out of your system. Savor your last kernel of popcorn.
Sam: Are you serious?
Diane: Absolutely. It's the only way we can establish a clean slate. No guilt, no remorse, no regrets. So dive into that little black book of yours and enjoy.
Sam: Oh, you know, I threw that dumb thing away when we got engaged.
Diane: I'm sure you have one or two numbers etched in your memory.
Sam: You listen to me. I'm only going to agree to do this because I love you, Diane.
Diane: Well, don't do it for me, Sam. Do it for the health of our future marriage.