Sam: Hey. Did you enjoy your dinner? [Diane slams her bag down without addressing Sam] Hey. Hey, listen. Excuse me, miss? Are you or are you not speaking to me?
Diane: Never ever again. How could you? After all we've been through. What we had together was real and special, and now you've cheapened it for all eternity by broadcasting to the entire Boston metropolitan area that I was nothing but an odalisque in your seraglio.
Sam: If that's your idea of the silent treatment, it needs a little work. Oh, come on... All right, all right, whatever it is I said, and whatever the hell it was that you just said, what if--? What if I go back on the air there and apologize? Will that fix things up?
Diane: Do whatever you want. I couldn't care less. Keep it short and simple. Something dignified.
Sam: No sweat.
Diane: I'll write the script for you.