Sam: Hello, there. Did you have a nice weekend?
Diane: Oh, I had a wonderful weekend. Went to Martha's Vineyard, long walks on the beach, hiked over the dunes, crisscrossed the island on bicycles.
Sam: Still couldn't lose him, huh?
Diane: You now, you are the last person in the world who should take shots at somebody else's choice of dates. Not with the coterie of Betty Boops you squander you time, money and hormones on.
Sam: Hey, I date terrific women.
Diane: Yes. And talented. Without them, the art of gum-snapping might be lost for ever.
Sam: At least my dates don't count the number of letters in sentences.
Diane: Your dates can't form sentences.