Diane: No, you goose. I found our house. I was driving to work today and, as luck would have it, there was an eight-car smash-up. Yeah, that didn't come out right. What I meant was I was forced to take an alternate route, and it sent me right past the perfect house. Oh, Sam, you should see it. Three bedrooms, two and a half baths, a formal dining room, a huge fireplace in the living room.
Sam: Excuse me for interrupting, but we're not looking for a house.
Diane: I know. I already found it.
Sam: No, I mean that we agreed to live in my apartment for a year first.
Diane: Well, yes, that was the original plan.
Sam: Yeah.
Diane: But that was before I saw hardwood floors, bay windows, crown moldings.
Sam: Yeah, well, so what's wrong with my apartment?
Diane: Well, granted this house doesn't have your view of the Exotic Dancing Academy. But I think you could learn to live in the shade of a stately elm.