Sam: Honey, y-you can't go now. I mean, we barely spent the night together. W- Why can't you stay?
Lauren: Oh, Sam, I would love to, but you know how this works. Just one night a year.
Sam: Yeah, but that's a stupid rule, you know that? I never have understood that. W- Why can't you stay?
Lauren: I have to get to Portland by Presidents' Day. There's a linebacker I always meet there.
Sam: You, you do this with other guys?
Lauren: Well, you have other women, don't you?
Sam: Well, yeah, but not once a year. I mean, I thought I was special to you.
Lauren: Oh, Sam, you are. You'll always be my Valentine. Next year.
Sam: Yeah, all right. Bye-bye.
Lauren: Listen, I could start seeing you on Arbor Day, too.
Sam: Really? Oh, great! Don't you see another guy on Arbor Day, though?
Lauren: I did, but he died.
Sam: How?
Lauren: Happy.