Sam: Yeah.
Diane: How about music?
Sam: No, we don't like the same music.
Diane: Well, we can talk about that.
Sam: All right. I like rock 'n' roll.
Diane: I like classical.
Sam: Harmonies.
Diane: Grandeur.
Sam: The hot guitar licks.
Diane: The strings washing over you in a darkened concert hall.
Sam: The driving beat.
Diane: The low moan of the cello.
Sam: The drums, pounding, pounding, pounding.
Diane: But if we don't agree, we don't agree.
Sam: Yeah, right.