Diane: Even had that been the bargain ring, it would've been sinfully impetuous of me to cast it away.
Sam: Well, here's the bargain ring right now. Why don't you give it the old heave-ho, too?
Diane: Hmm. I'm somehow reminded of a fable penned by an anonymous 18th century author concerning the young mistress of a great feudal estate and a woodchopper who worked on the estate...
Sam: Diane not now, please?
Diane: Could I just tell you the moral?
Sam: What?
Diane: You're really neat.
Hardly a rich soul, I know. The fact remains that no matter what the cost a ring is, above all else, a symbol of the feelings that two people have for each other. So, truly, Sam, this is the ring I want.
Sam: Whoa, whoa, whoa, here. Let me do this. [puts the ring on Diane's finger] [kisses Diane] Uh.
Diane: But nothing says we can't keep looking.