Sam: [on the phone] Hi, it's me. Li-listen, I've, uh I've been thinking about you and... Oh, what the hell. Will you marry me?
Diane: Sam?
Sam: Well, who else do you think it'd be?
Diane: Sam, if this is some kind of a joke...
Sam: No, I'm serious. Will you marry me?
Diane: Oh! Oh, my God. I'm... I'm stunned. I mean, it's- It's not like I never expected to hear this from you. It's just that one is is never quite prepared for the question. Oh, Sam, I'm touched. I... [laughs] All... All at once, I I'm- I'm feeling giddiness, fear, euphoria, relief. I- I don't know what to say.
Sam: Oh, that's okay. I'm not listening anymore.
Diane: Sam, I- I- I- I can't answer you now. Not like this. Every woman wants her proposal to be enchanting, something she can remember for the rest of her life. Find something like that. Keeping in mind I don't care for sports arenas, theme parks or miniature golf.
Sam: All right, young lady, you just prepare to be swept off your feet tomorrow night.
Diane: I already have been. Bon soir, mon coeur.
Sam: R- Right, right. [hangs up]
[Diane fishes a framed photo of Sam out of trash can and tries in vain to remove the dirt]
Diane: Ugh. I'll get another one.