John: Darling, I have complete faith in you. If this is the man you want, that's good enough for me.
Sam: Wait, all right, wait. I see what you're doing here. Yeah, y- you think you think that I just wanted to go out with your daughter 'cause you said that I couldn't. And now that you say it's okay, you're hoping that I won't want to. Well, that won't work, because I really like her. So forget it. Come on, Valerie. Let's go.
Valerie: Gee, I don't know, Sam.
Sam: Why? What?
Valerie: Well, it seemed really exciting when Daddy didn't want me to date you. But now, I don't know. It just seems like I'd be dating some greasy bartender.
Sam: Excuse me?
Valerie: Well... Really, you're not exactly my type.
Sam: Oh, hey, don't you see what he's doing?
Valerie: Please, Sam. Let's not prolong this. The smell of your hair is making me queasy.