Diane: Well, Sam, you clever boy. Since you've arranged for us to be alone, I'm all ears. But you better hurry. Almost midnight.
Sam: I wanted to talk to you alone 'cause I didn't want to embarrass you in in front of the other people. Sit down, will you, please? Look, Diane... I want you to stop this nonsense about me proposing to you. About us being married. About us getting... About us period. I've had it. That's it. I don't want to hear any more.
Diane: Yes, Sam, fine, fine, but you really should get at it, okay?
Sam: Would you stop it, please? Man, you're making me nuts! This is exactly what I'm talking about! You know, all right, it was fun for a while, like a little game, but it's not cute anymore. It's serious, Diane. You know, I- I was really ticked off at first when you turned me down. But now I see how smart you were. I am never gonna ask you to marry me again. Can I be any more clear than this? I'm never gonna ask you to marry me again. [Diane starts to cry] Oh, no, oh, no, no, come on, Oh, no, no! No, no, no, no, stop that! Listen, you know how much I hate it when you cry. But I know you know, so it's not gonna work. Forget it.
Diane: This really hadn't occurred to me... but I guess it's actually a possibility.
Sam: I'm not listening. Uh-uh. [humming]
Diane: Maybe you don't love me. [sobbing] God in heaven, it's not possible! [sobs]
Sam: [laughs] Nothing! That's it! It's not affecting me at all. I'm immune to this stuff. Yeah, you're not gonna soften me up. No way. That's it. You know, it's not gonna make me feel sorry for you. In fact, I'll tell you what it's gonna make me do. You want to know what it's gonna make me do? I'm gonna tell you what it's gonna make me do. It's gonna make me propose to you, is what it's gonna do. Oh, come on, don't... Don't cry. Oh, Diane, will you marry me?
Diane: No, Sam.