Diane Quote #54
Quote from Diane in Friends, Romans, Accountants
Norm: This is the worst party yet. Thanks loads for the toga idea, Diane.
Diane: Well, Norman, all you need is a little icebreaker. Let me help. Okay, everybody. How about a round of that always enjoyable game, charades? I'll start off. Um... [gestures to no response] Movie title. [continues gesturing...] Four words. First word. My. Sounds like eye. I'll give you the first one, get you going. OK, second word. What am I doing here? Eating. Doesn't this look like eating and drinking? When do we eat and drink? Dinner! My Dinner. Third word. What is this? It's little, isn't it? It's a little word. W. Begins with a W. Little word. With! My Dinner With...
Coach: My Dinner With Julius LaRosa!
Diane: That's it. [walking to the back] OK, Ogden, Utah.
Man: [o.s.] Eight zero one!
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Diane: Norman, perhaps I can give you an idea that you could actually use. I think parties are the most fun when you can shed your everyday mundane identity and be someone else. Back in college, I held a party where everyone came as their favorite Elizabethan poet. I remember... It was so great, I chose Christopher Marlowe because I was deeply into Dr. Faustus at the time. But I still get letters from people who loved it, Norman. Loved it.
Sam: Say, didn't we used to have a weekly Elizabethan Poet Night?
Norm: Yeah, started getting too rowdy.
Cliff: Oh, yeah, yeah. Yeah, I remember the night you were charged with practicing iambic pentameter without a licence.
Diane: You know, Sam, if I'm to serve both as a waitress and the butt of jokes, I should make more money.
Carla: Yeah, what does a good butt make in this town?
Diane: Okay, Norman, in keeping with the spirit of this establishment, and its patrons, I suggest you get totally down in the mud and throw a toga party.
Norm: A toga party? You mean, where they dress up in sheets?
Diane: Oh, I'm sure you'd love it. It's a stupid fraternity tradition where a bunch of borderline humans stand around swilling beer and vomiting on themselves, until the inevitable denouement when they raise their robes to reveal the depths of their personalities.