Sam: Diane! Diane! Don't do this!
Frasier: What the hell? Oh, excuse me, Father.
Diane: Sam, what on earth are you doing here?
Sam: Why are you marrying Frasier?
Diane: I love him, of course.
Sam: No, no, no. Look me in the eye. Now say that.
Diane: I can't.
Sam: You love me. Admit it.
Frasier: Now, look here, Sam.
Sam: I'm sorry, Frasier. Diane and I belong together. I know it's nuts, but we both know it's true.
Diane: Oh, Sam, you're right. I can't keep playing it safe. I don't care if I get hurt. I have to admit I love you. I've always loved you and I always will. Frasier, will you forgive me?
Frasier: You know I will. I guess I always knew you two would end up together.
Sam: You're a good man, Frasier.
Frasier: I try.
Diane: A dear, sweet, lovely man.
Frasier: Be happy, Diane.
Diane: Well, Sam, I'm all yours. [they kiss]
Sam: Come on. Let's go show Europe what romance means.
[Frasier waves them off as Sam carries Diane away in his arms]
Diane: It's not going to be like before. I'll make you happier than you ever thought possible. I'll respect you and accept you for what you are, and I won't complain or argue or be jealous. And I'll stop thinking the life out of everything. I'll do all I can to make sure you enjoy life to the fullest. And if that means letting you date other women while I remain faithful to you, so be it. Your love is worth the price.
Sam: I think this is gonna work this time.
[reality:]
Carla: Sam? Sam? [throws a ball of paper at his head] Sam!
Sam: Oh, I'm sorry. I guess my mind was somewhere else.