Diane: Tell him you were so filled with passion that you pushed the plates aside and grabbed my hand.
Sam: "Filled with passion."
Diane: Then you say what you brought me up there to tell me.
Sam: Oh, yeah, yeah. [mumbles] "l love you."
Diane: Well, Sam, I think you can enhance it a bit. Like, "l love you, Diane. I've always loved you, and I always will, till the day I die. No, not even the grave will diminish my love. Only... Only make its flame burn brighter."
Sam: Whatever.