Sam Wheat

It seems like... whenever anything good in my life happens, l'm afraid l'm going to lose it.

— Do you love me, Sam?
— What do you think?
— Why don't you ever say it?
— What do you mean? I say it all the time.
— You say «ditto». That's not the same.
— People say «l love you» all the time, and it doesn't mean anything.
— Sometimes you need to hear it. I need to hear it.

— Listen, what are you and Moll doing tonight?
— We're going to the theatre. She wants to see Macbeth. I think she likes the guys in tights.

— You'll go to heaven!
— I want to go to a bank and cash this cheque.

— I need you to tell Molly what l'm saying, but you have to tell her word for word, all right?
— Yes. He wants me to tell you what he's saying word for word.
— Molly, you're in danger.
— You can't blurt it out like that! Quit moving around — you're making me dizzy. I'll tell her in my own way. Molly, you're in danger, girl.