Sam: I'm sorry about that clock comment. I made it before I realized what a nice guy he is.
Diane: I'm such a pooh.
Sam: Beg your pardon?
Diane: You heard me. A pooh. After all these years, I have to admit it. I'm all talk.
Sam: Oh, well, of course you are, honey, but we've all gotten used to that.
Diane: Sam, I have spent the week with a person who can converse on a multitude of subjects, who listens when I talk, who treats me with respect. And a person with whom I can think of nothing but, "Why aren't you great-looking?" Or, "Why can't I stop wishing you were great-looking?"
Sam: This is probably not the right time to say I told you so, so if you could just remind me to get to it later.
Diane: Oh, Sam. I'm small and vain and petty.