Diane: If you're trying to make me jealous, you can stop. I want you to date these women. While they may look better in leotards-- then again, they may not-- they can't compare to the total package you've experienced with me.
Sam: Oh, I see. We're talking brains. Listen, I'll have you know that Tiffany happens to be a very exceptional young woman.
Diane: Ah, yes, Tiffany. The girl with the IQ of a lamp. Let me describe her for you: spandex wardrobe. Spends all of her time in a gym. Breasts that would provide shade for a small boy.
Sam: You, you're not even close. You, you're so far from being close. [Diane walks off] She makes me crazy.