Diane: We're trespassers here, Sam. The love and warmth that fill these walls didn't come from us. We can change the wallpaper, we can paint, we can put up new curtains, but the soul of this house will still be those two sweet, old people. I'd be afraid to wash the dishes for fear I'd turn the faucet on, and instead of water coming out, it would be Lillian's tears.
Sam: Oh, brother. l- l- l'll put a purifier in. All houses have ghosts. You know, memories of people who lived there before. Now, the only way you can get rid of them is to-to start making your own memories, and the only way we can do that is if we move in here and start living here.
Diane: Mm. Maybe you're right.
Sam: Yeah.
Diane: I guess I've been overreacting.
Sam: Oh, that's okay. What do you say we carry on this conversation naked?
Diane: Do you think I could ever make love in this house?