Diane: Sam. Oh, Sam? Barkeep.
Sam: Oh, I'm sorry, Diane. Do you want me?
Diane: Actually, I want two Becks.
Sam: Guess I didn't hear you calling out my name.
Diane: Is the something amusing you that I don't know about?
Sam: No. No, why do you ask?
Diane: Oh, that stupid look on your face.
Sam: Hey, come on, do I need a reason to look stupid?
Diane: You have the best reason of all.