Diane: Sam? Sam, I'm sorry. I feel awful. You were right. Please accept my apology.
Sam: Oh, forget it, Diane. I forgive you. The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blest. It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
Diane: Thank you, Sam. What did you say?
Sam: I think you heard me.
Diane: Yes, but you said it.
Sam: Well, perhaps in his pithy way, Blake said it best. Oh, yes. And throughout eternity I forgive you, and you forgive me.
Diane: I can't believe my ears.
Sam: Oh, come on, Diane. [puts on a velvet smoking jacket] You really didn't believe that buffoonish facade that I've been perpetrating for the benefit of my blue-collar clientele, did you? [smokes pipe]