Diane: It's wonderful. Really. It is.
Phillip Semenko: Damn it! I've run out of talent.
Diane: Phillip.
Phillip Semenko: I'm worthless. I'm a dog. Stick a knife between my shoulder blades.
Diane: Please. You do this every day.
Phillip Semenko: Today it's different. I've really lost it.
Diane: Is there anything I can do?
Phillip Semenko: Well, there is one thing.
Diane: Well, anything. What?
Phillip Semenko: Let's go to bed.
Diane: You want to... make love?
Phillip Semenko: No, I always take a nap with a blonde in the afternoon.