Diane: That's it. I've had enough. I don't care what you do. I just don't want to have to look at your big, flabby face any more. You can fool around with every women in Vermont. I don't care.
Sam: Is that a fact? Well, let me tell you something, that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm going to go and I'm going to have every girl in Vermont. Even the bowsers.
Diane: Go. By all means, go. Have all New England for all I care.
Sam: Maybe I'll just do that.
Diane: Just mull this over on your ride up to paradise. There happens to be a certain box boy at my market. A sinewy youth who always wants to carry my bags, if you know what I mean. Perhaps, just perhaps, I'll go over there tomorrow and not demur at his subtle, yet oh-so-unequivocal advances.
Sam: [chuckles] Yeah, you do that, Diane, and I'll try real hard to give a damn. [exits]
Coach: Holy mackerel. I forgot to ask him about the olives.
Carla: Don't worry, he'll be back in ten minutes.
Norm: I say five, Carla.
Diane: Maybe even sooner.
Sam: [opens the door] A box boy?!