Sam: Come on, Cliffie, if she comes downstairs now and sees you standing there, she's going to know you've been there for six hours. I mean, that looks pretty... pretty desperate.
Cliff: So? That's the way it is, isn't it? This is what love comes to. I want to remember this, Sammy. Somebody take my picture.
Sam: Come on, Cliff. Come on. Come here. It's on me. Sit down.
Cliff: I guess you're right. No more illusions about happiness for me. I'm going to sit there and drink myself into oblivion.
Sam: No, you're not. You'll just have two problems that way.