Lillian: Sam, my dear, you're damp.
Sam: It's the sweat of passion.
Lillian: Oh, Sam.
Sam: Lillian, we can't do this... because... well, you know.
Lillian: Yes, I suppose I do.
Sam: You do? [dances]
Lillian: Sam, why are you dancing?
Sam: Well, I'm just... I was relieved that I wasn't the only one who knew why we couldn't do this.
Lillian: No, no. I love this job. I need this job. Carla needs me so much. I would miss all these wonderful people. Sam, we must try to preserve a proper working relationship no matter what the pain.
Sam: I... It's sad. I mean, it's so very sad.