Sam: Come on. Look, I'm just kidding you. Nothing happened. All right?
Diane: He compounds it by lying.
Sam: No, no lie. I swear, nothing happened.
Diane: You mean Rebecca came to her senses?
Sam: No. No, I stopped it.
Diane: Oh, I get it. You got angry because she considered you nothing but a stud service?
Sam: No, I like that. The problem was that I couldn't shut her up. Now, no offence but your friend is very boring. She's depressing and she's long-winded. I mean, those dismal Russian poems. They don't even rhyme. After listening to two hours' worth of frostbite and famine, I decided to get my balalaikas out of there.