Diane Quote #469
Quote from Diane in From Beer to Eternity
Diane: It was a great win, wasn't it, Sam?
Sam: Yeah, it was. Thanks to you.
Diane: Oh, don't thank me. I've been amply rewarded just seeing how well you're taking this. The old Sam Malone would have died before letting a woman salvage his athletic pride. [Sam chuckles] You've grown.
Sam: You know something? I think I have. Oh, by the way. Tawny wasn't the only one looking sexy out there in bowling shoes.
Diane: Well, thank you.
Sam: No, oh, no, no. I was talking about me. You know, I'm surprised you didn't mention something. No, seriously, seriously. Great form out there.
Diane: Thank you.
Sam: No, no, I was still talking about me. All right, all jokes aside here, thank you very much for helping me beat Gary.
Diane: Well, I was getting tired of listening to some ignorant blowhard take himself and some stupid competition so seriously.
Sam: Boy, he really does that, doesn't he?
Diane: No, I was talking about you.
Cheers Quotes
‘From Beer to Eternity’ Quotes
Quote from Norm
Norm: You got the cheering under control. I'll mosey up to the bar for a beer.
Cliff: You're gonna miss the game, Norm.
Norm: Then that's a perfect plan, huh?
Sam: Hey, Cliffie, how're we doing here?
Cliff: Fifty pins down, sinking like a stone, Sammy.
[Norm walks into the bowling alley bar:]
All: [o.s.] Norm!
Sam: How the hell do they know him here?
Cliff: He's got a life, you know.
Quote from Diane
Diane: Excuse me, but you've obviously come here to belittle my friends. Why? I can only speculate. Perhaps you're compensating for some physical shortcoming. I don't know. But it's tragic that you place such stock in a silly competition. What of higher attainments? What of loftier pursuits? What of art? And philosophy? What of music?
Gary: I graduated magna cum laude in American Literature from Princeton.
Diane: Oh? Couldn't make summa?
Quote from Diane
Diane: Ah, the alleys. Thanks. It's really a sensory experience, you know. The scent of Aqua Net on a beehive hairdo. The roar of polyester against old Naugahyde. The sight of a cigarette stubbed out in a patty melt. All this, plus the anticipation of placing your feet in shoes only 7,000 others have worn before you.