Diane Quote #616
Quote from Diane in Everyone Imitates Art
Diane: This is one of the most amateurish, hackneyed, odious pieces of effluvium ever to wash down the pike. Listen to this drivel. "l fly through a puckish arena, where echoes dance, where echoes dance, where echoes dance" This sounds familiar.
Norm: Well, you said it three times.
Diane: This poem is plagiarized.
Sam: Oh, now I stole it? And a minute ago, you said it stunk.
Diane: It does stink. Leave it to you to not have the sense to steal something worthwhile.
Sam: Aw, you know, I realize that it's tough to have somebody come along and swipe your dreams of glory, so I will not take offense at that remark.
Diane: That poem is fraudulent, and I intend to find its true source, even if I have to search through every greeting card to do so. [Sam laughs] Believe me, Sam Malone, I will not rest until today, the blackest day in the history of literature, is blotted out for all eternity.
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Frasier: Diane, now listen, uh, listen, I think the joke's gone far enough, don't you? You haven't eaten a decent meal in a week. You're living off of cigarettes and coffee. I mean, for God's sake, this little literary magazine's circulation must be what, 600.
Diane: That's just the beginning. You see, the original 600 readers drop their copies on buses, in taxicabs and doctors' offices. And another 600 people pick them up and take them to the airport, where they go all over the country. And then they get taken on international flights. Tierra del Fuego, Sierra Leone; all the remotest parts of the world. And soon, I defy you to find me a house, a hut, an igloo or a wickiup that doesn't have a copy on the coffee table.
Frasier: Diane?
Diane: And then, then, then... [voice breaking] everyone in the world, every living thing will be laughing at me! Because he got published, and I did not!
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Sam: Uh, how's it goin', Diane?
Diane: Would you like to know how it's going?
Sam: Yeah.
Diane: This is how it's going. I'm totally blocked. I can't write another word.
Sam: Hmm.
Diane: "Hurricane of Wills," unfinished. "The Death of a Shallow Man," unfinished. "A Bartender Dismembered," unfinished. I suffer failure after failure while you, a despoiler of the English language are lionized in front of the world. [throws her unfinished works in the air] That's how it's going.
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Diane: Well, I submitted one of my poems for publication, and quite honestly, I was overwhelmed by the response. It was more than I could ever have hoped for. But I blush. Read it. It speaks for itself. [giggles]
Frasier: Oh, uh this is a rejection letter.
Diane: It's not a rejection letter per se. It's a "soon and inevitably to be accepted" letter. Listen to this. "Your work is not entirely without promise." They're almost begging for another submission.
Sam: Boy, you know, I- l hope you don't get your hopes up there too high, because that looks like a form letter to me.
Diane: Poor Sam. This really threatens you, doesn't it? Let me assure you that I can heed my man as well as my muse. Syzygy would not even have bothered to respond to my letter if they hadn't perceived me as an up-and-coming literary talent.
Sam: You know, this is just like you. You- You turn every defeat into a victory. It's like the time when I said that I didn't want to see you anymore, and you all of a sudden start making wedding plans.
Diane: Sam, we can talk about the wedding later, I have work to do.