Sam: Okay, let's you and me stop playing games, huh?
Carla: Alms? Alms for the dink.
Coach: Poor devil.
Sam: Hey, would you just leave me alone, please? All of you. You know, I was almost up there this time before it hit me. You don't believe me. I know it. You don't believe me. I think that is rotten. Really rotten. [groans]
Diane: Sam, I've never seen you act this crazy. And it's so late now, you're even going to miss your Uncle's funeral tomorrow.
Sam: Well, just tell me, how do you expect me to enjoy a funeral when you're making me nuts like this, huh?
Diane: I don't know what you're talking about.
Sam: Like hell you don't. Every time I walk through that door, you say some little thing to make me drive all the way back down here. You know, I've been on that road so many times, they changed the sign to "Welcome To Vermont, Sam".