Diane: Oh. As always, you are just trying to avoid the central issue here.
Sam: Come on, chicken. Bawk, bawk, bawk.
Diane: Don't do this, Sam.
Sam: Bawk, bawk, bawk.
Diane: I've played Ping-Pong. My father built me an elaborate rec room when I was a child. My daddy liked me.
Sam: Yeah. Yeah, I bet you got lots of practice staying home from all those proms, huh?
Diane: Yes. It gave me the opportunity to master the complexities of making toast.