Sam: Anyway, listen, I'll make sure they don't put me in the same room at the Pequod.
Diane: I could care less. Room number 12.
Sam: Hey, you know, that was a great room, 12. Remember when that nor'easter blew through, and we had to stay inside by that big old fireplace?
Diane: Yeah. We listened to the wind lashing against the panes, the rain on the roof.
Sam: Huddled under that big comforter. I never felt safer.
Coach: Me neither.
Sam: You weren't there, Coach.
Coach: Oh, I thought you meant now.