Diane: Are you happy with your agent?
Sam: Oh, God!
Diane: Ah. The Dragon Lady. Tell me about it.
Sam: Why? You wanna hear me say you were right?
Diane: Of course not. Knowing that and knowing you know it and are tortured by it is plenty for this country girl. Oh, I'm sorry. I am sorry. I do wanna help. Come on, let's talk.
Sam: You wanna hear about my relationship with another woman?
Diane: Well, maybe... Maybe I should find a man out there who's intellectually capable of helping you. [opens door]
Cliff: [o.s.] All right, everybody line up for the ugliest tongue contest. Alphabetically by height, over here.
Diane: It appears that all the other intellectuals are busy today.