Cheers (TV Series)
Any Friend of Diane's (1982)
Julia Duffy: Rebecca Prout
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Quotes
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Rebecca Prout : Pardon me.
Ernie 'Coach' Pantusso : Oh, hi.
Rebecca Prout : I'm looking for a Diane Chambers.
Ernie 'Coach' Pantusso : Ah, you're in luck. We got a Diane Chambers.
Rebecca Prout : I beg your pardon?
Ernie 'Coach' Pantusso : I hope you only want one.
Rebecca Prout : Do you sense, as I do, that this conversation is an exercise in futility?
Ernie 'Coach' Pantusso : Thank you very much.
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Rebecca Prout : I'll never forget those long afternoons in the quad, drinking champagne, eating brioche with strawberry preserves, reading and talking Schopenhauer.
Diane Chambers : Yeah, well, enough Schope talk.
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Diane Chambers : [about her friend, Rebecca] Sam. That woman over there is a dear friend of mine. Now she is going through a very difficult period. So whatever she asks you, please, just say no.
Sam Malone : [confused] What?
Diane Chambers : No.
Rebecca Prout : [approaching Sam and Diane] Diane?
Diane Chambers : Yes?
Rebecca Prout : Would you excuse us a moment?
Diane Chambers : Fine.
[as she leaves Sam and Rebecca alone, Diane emphatically mouths the word "no" to Sam]
Rebecca Prout : Would you object to joining me in my hotel room for a afternoon of wild animal passion?
Sam Malone : [loudly so that Diane can hear] No!
[Diane nods her approval]
Sam Malone : What's your name?
Rebecca Prout : Does it matter?
Sam Malone : [loudly so that Diane can hear] No!
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[Rebecca is telling Diane about how sad she's been since she broke up with her boyfriend]
Rebecca Prout : I used to find enormous comfort translating Russian poetry.
Diane Chambers : I know.
Rebecca Prout : But no more. Even when I went back over my favorite, Karashnakov's "Another Christmas of Agony," it failed to soothe me.
Rebecca Prout : [Reciting poem] Mischa the dog lies dead in the bog. / The children cry over the carcass. / The mist chokes my heart, covers the mourners. / At least this year we eat.
Diane Chambers : Well, if that didn't pick you up, I'm at a virtual loss.