Diane: This is exciting news. Our Sammy is going to attain his Bachelor of what? Art? Sciences?
Sam: High school.
Diane: His Bachelor... High school?! What?
Sam: Yeah, I never graduated from high school. You know, in my senior year I got a contract to play Class A ball. Spring training didn't start until February and school didn't get out until June.
Diane: High school.
Sam: Yeah, I always promised my parents I'd go back and finish. She was a lot happier about this in the other room.
Diane: I spent a year of my life being defiled by Dobie Gillis. I'm terribly sorry. I just assumed you meant college.
Sam: Oh, I plan to go to college, too.
Diane: Well, good. Let me know when you get there so I can go out of the house without a veil.