Diane: Oh, this is perfect. Sam will already be asleep, and I'll slip into bed beside him and give him the surprise of his life.
Cliff: Eh, uh, Diane? Sam's nose is, uh, pushed out of joint, and I think you better let him cool down.
Diane: Oh, don't be silly. He proposed. You can't turn off emotions like a spigot. Besides, making up has always been the cornerstone of our relationship.
Frasier: You know, that's that's what I always loved about the two of you, Diane. That's- That's beautiful, really. You and Sam are magic. [Diane exits] I should've killed her while I had the chance.