Diane: Well, guess I don't need this for a while. [removes neck brace and folds up telescopic walking cane] Sam, I'm sorry. I guess I got a little carried away. [sighs] I wanted to expose our relationship to the scrutiny of the court. God knows I've tried to figure it out. I'm at a complete loss.
Sam: Oh, it makes perfect sense to me. You want me to propose to you. I propose to you. You say no, I say fine, I never want to see you again. You drive me nuts telling me you want me to propose again. I do, you turn me down. Next thing I know, I'm in a court of law where I've got to propose to you or I'll go to jail. It's the classic American love story.
Diane: That's pretty absurd. Well, don't worry. I'm not going to hold you to that proposal. I know it was made under duress. [sighs] Bye, Sam.
Sam: Where are you going? You know, you're not going to get off that easy. No, you're going to pay for what you put me through.
Diane: What do you mean?
Sam: I proposed to you, you said yes. Now, they can stop me from killing you, but they can't stop me from marrying you.
Diane: Oh, Sam!