Sam: Come on. Why don't you stop this silly little game and admit that you're still crazy about me?
Diane: You're the one who always brings it up. If anybody's crazy about anybody, you're crazy about me.
Sam: Oh, yeah? I'm not saying "Sam" when I'm in bed with Frasier.
[Diane picks up a lamp and instantly places it back down. She walks over to the door and turns the handle, but instantly walks back. She picks up the telephone, starts to dial a number and then hangs up. She grabs Sam by the collar, but then lets him go. She goes over and sits down on the couch.]
Diane: I'll kill him! I'll kill you! Then I'll kill myself.
Sam: Oh, now, come on, you're overreacting. There's no need to kill me.