Diane: What is your problem?
Sam: I don't- Yeah, I do have a problem. My problem is I have not been a part of any conversation that you've had tonight.
Diane: I've tried several times to include you in conversation.
Sam: No, no, no. I don't think "Wrong fork, Sam" and "Don't spit that out" are my idea of conversation.
Sumner: Now, that's not fair, Sam. I think we tried several times to solicit your opinion, but none was forthcoming.
Sam: Well, you know why that was? Because I didn't have one. What do you think of that? Or maybe I had one and I didn't want to waste it on you. [chuckles]
Diane: What are you trying to say?
Sam: I'm not trying to say anything. I'm saying it. You and I are a joke, Diane. You and Sumner are a joke too, but at least you're the same joke. I may be stupid about a lot of things, but I do know some things. I know when two people do not belong together. And you and I do not belong together.

Diane: I have to apologize for Sam, for that totally unfounded accusation.
Sumner: No, Diane, he's more perceptive than I gave him credit for.
Diane: What are you saying?
Sumner: I did come back to see if there might be one spark left of that brilliant fire that streaked across the sky like a meteor. Barbara and I had a parting of the ways several weeks ago.
Diane: So Sam was right.
Sumner: Forget Sam. Isn't it obvious after tonight that you and I have something special? Diane, I may not be perfect... Then again, I may. The point is, can you honestly say you belong more in his world than in mine?

Diane: Sam, will you listen to me?
Sam: I'm tired of listening to you, Diane.
Carla: Hey, you guys are just doing this to get my hopes up, right?