Sam: They bought my jersey. Three hundred bucks.
Carla: Sammy, I got a great idea. Why don't you call, have that guy who bought it come here. You could autograph it for him.
Woody: Yeah, you can take pictures and send them to the newspaper.
Carla: That's a good idea.
Diane: It's a terrible idea. Sam, don't you see what's happening?
Sam: What?
Diane: This is a last desperate grasp at glory that you just said was over.
Sam: Oh, come on. Lighten up, will you? Do you have to take the fun out of everything? Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. You do.