Diane Quote #239

Quote from Diane in No Help Wanted

Diane: Sam, now, it's true, hiring Norman has emotional overtones. But without emotions, the mind becomes a stagnant pond. And let's face it, in your case, we're not exactly dealing with white water rapids in the first place.

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 ‘No Help Wanted’ Quotes

Quote from Norm

Norm: [enters] Afternoon, everybody.
All: Norm!
Coach: Can I draw you a beer, Norm?
Norm: No, I know what they look like. Just pour me one.

Quote from Coach

Coach: You know, Sam, every time I hear A Foggy Day In London Town, I think of my wife.
Sam: Oh, was that your song, Coach?
Coach: No, but Sinatra sang that and it always reminds me of that movie From Here To Eternity.
Cliff: Oh, you took her to see it on your first date, Coach?
Coach: No, that movie reminds me of Hawaii.
Diane: Oh, you and your wife met in Hawaii?
Coach: No, I've never been to Hawaii, Diane. Neither has Wally Engels.
Cliff: I'll take it. Coach, who's Wally Engels?
Coach: An old pal of mine in the navy. He introduced me to my wife.
All: Ah.
Sam: Boy, that's some memory you've got there, Coach.
Coach: Yeah, Sam. [Moon River plays on the radio]
Man: Ah, that song brings back great memories.
Coach: Oh, yeah, really? What?
Man: They were playing it the day my daughter got married.
Coach: Yeah?
Man: That's all.
Coach: We sure get 'em in here, don't we, Sam?

 Diane Chambers Quotes

Quote from Sam's Women

Diane: Sam, do yourself a favor. Go back to your tootsies and your rat parts. I'd hate to see the bowling alleys close on my account.
Sam: Hey, hey, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Are you saying that I'm too dumb to date smart women?
Diane: I'm saying that it would be very difficult for you. A really intelligent woman would see your line of BS a mile away.
Sam: You think so?
Diane: Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Sam: You know, well, I've never met an intelligent woman that I'd want to date.
Diane: On behalf of the intelligent women around the world, may I just say... Phew.

Quote from Everyone Imitates Art

Diane: This is one of the most amateurish, hackneyed, odious pieces of effluvium ever to wash down the pike. Listen to this drivel. "l fly through a puckish arena, where echoes dance, where echoes dance, where echoes dance" This sounds familiar.
Norm: Well, you said it three times.
Diane: This poem is plagiarized.
Sam: Oh, now I stole it? And a minute ago, you said it stunk.
Diane: It does stink. Leave it to you to not have the sense to steal something worthwhile.
Sam: Aw, you know, I realize that it's tough to have somebody come along and swipe your dreams of glory, so I will not take offense at that remark.
Diane: That poem is fraudulent, and I intend to find its true source, even if I have to search through every greeting card to do so. [Sam laughs] Believe me, Sam Malone, I will not rest until today, the blackest day in the history of literature, is blotted out for all eternity.