Diane: Did you ever lose a pet?
Coach: Uh, like an animal?
Diane: Yeah.
Coach: Uh, I never had a pet, Diane. But my grandfather had a dog that I loved very much.
Diane: Oh, what did you call him?
Coach: Grandpa.
Diane: I meant the dog.
Coach: Oh, the dog? Bruno.
Diane: What happened to him?
Coach: Fell down in the bathtub and died.
Diane: I meant the dog.
Coach: So did l. My grandfather, poor old guy, got run over by a bus. You know something, Diane? Nobody's ever listened to my story before. And it's good to get it off your chest, you know. If ever I can be there for you, Diane, just let me know and I'll be there.
Diane: Well, actually...
Coach: Excuse me, Diane.

Diane: I am sorry to interrupt, but I have something important to say. Since I have been here, I have struggled to make certain changes in myself in order to fit in to the general milieu.
Sam: And you're doing a very good job-
Diane: It has not been easy. However, I am proud to say that, for example, I no longer have to cover my eyes when I watch a hockey fight. In one case, I even took sides. But now, in my moment of crisis, it is glaringly apparent that no one here has made any effort to understand my sensibilities.

Diane: Carla, I know you're not going to believe this, but I do admire you.
Carla: I believe it.
Diane: You are so tough. You keep your head up, no matter what. How do you do that?
Carla: I'll tell you, Diane. See, I always look on the bright side. I mean, no matter how lousy a situation is, I can always find something in it to make me happy.
Diane: What good could you possibly say about a loved one dying?
Carla: It ain't me.