Diane: I mean, it's not as if I had a dental appointment or had to pick up some relative at the airport.
Sam: Okay, Diane, why do you have to leave early two weeks from this Wednesday?
Diane: Well, if you must know... I have a date.
Sam: Oh, yeah, I've heard of those. Have fun.
Diane: Oh, sweet transparent bravado. Could there be a soul dearer than the little boy lost, trembling on the edge of despair, yet struggling manfully to maintain his stiff upper lip?
Sam: Thank you for noticing.
Diane: Oh, wait, Sam, wait. One more thing.
Sam: What?
Diane: After our five-star-dinner and-season-premiere-of-the-ballet date, Chad - Dr. Stark, may desire a kiss. Would you mind - should he ask - if I let his lips touch mine?
Sam: Touch your what?