Cliff: Diane, look, I'm sorry. You don't understand. I don't know what happened to me tonight. The wine must have gone to my head, Diane. Look, you know I hold you in the highest respect and esteem, and I would never, ever do anything to upset you.
Diane: Well, running out of gas? Really!
Cliff: Well, we did run out of gas, Diane.
Diane: Clifford.
Cliff: Well, look, would a sign from God convince you?
Diane: Maybe.
Cliff: All right. Almighty God... please, if I'm telling the truth about this car running out of gas tonight, let it start now, even on an empty tank. [Cliff turns the ignition] Diane, hallelujah! Oh, hallelujah! Diane! [Diane drives off without him] Oh, hey!