Diane: Poor Buzz. He's breaking my heart.
Coach: None of his old buddies showed, huh?
Diane: No. He's back there all by himself, throwing darts. He's been throwing darts now for an hour and a half.
Coach: Poor guy.
Sam: You know, I don't think they'll ever make a pack big enough to carry the loneliness of a soldier.
[Diane thinks for a moment and picks up her notebook]
Diane: Nah!