Cliff: Excuse me, Diane? Can I have a word with you?
Diane: Of course.
Cliff: Uh... [reads] "l, Cliff Clavin, would be ever so honored if you, a lady of exquisite loveliness and taste, whom I hold in the highest respect and esteem, would accompany me with your presence at the gala Postman's Ball on the 18th of this month." Uh... "You would be doing this only as a friend. There is no ulterior motive or strings attached. Thank you for listening."
Diane: Cliff, I'd love to.
Cliff: You would?
Diane: Yes, but I have something else planned that night.
Cliff: It's all right. You know, just asked on the spur of the moment.