Sam: Yeah, it kind of feels good to open up like this. You know, when I was about six, I made my dad breakfast in bed on Father's Day. I was really proud of myself. All he could say was the eggs were too dry and the toast was too light.
Diane: Sam, I'm feeling a closeness to you now that compels me to share a core feeling of my own, something which I have yet to make privy to my analyst. It happened my 17th summer-
Sam: Yeah, I swear, if I'd made the toast any darker, he would have said I burned it.
Diane: I was brimming with the innocence of youth-
Sam: You know, everybody else in the world would have said, "Hey, that toast is perfectly fine."
Diane: Oh, stop with the damn toast tragedy.