Sam: (turns her around and looks at her straight in the eyes) The truth is, I thought all hope was lost for having a child .once you left.

Diane: (puts on a confused face) Sam, what are you talking about? I thought last time we saw each other, (walks over to the pool table and starts tossing the 8 ball back and forth avoiding all eye contact with Sam) agreed that it was too late for us.that that ship had sailed.(stops, turns around, and looks at him) I mean didn't we?

Sam: I'm not talking about last time I saw you. I don't know if you remember, but a long, long time ago a certain stuck-up, caught up in her self, gorgeous, blond came to this bar, stole my heart and left me.

Diane: (puts on the Diane trying to rationalize face) Sam, that was a very long time ago.those were different times, it was different situation, and I thought that we had already discussed it. I told you why I didn't come back for those six years.an-

Sam: (seems slightly frustrated, but really is just trying to be sincere) no no no that's not what I mean. You see I-I (slightly smiles and blushes, and looks up and down and over Diane's shoulders, but once again focused on her slightly moist green eyes) God this is so embarrassing to admit to you, but I really don't have anything to loose. we had bought our house already, the house where we were going to live when we were married, the house where all our kids were suppose to be (starts walking away and stops looks down at the floor) the house where those kids were suppose to grow up, the house we were going to stay awake night after night waiting to see if those kids would ever come home.and when they did we would scold them a little bit, but smile to see them safely in our arms. The house where all the Christmas and thanksgiving dinners were suppose to be, (looks up to a sad look of remorse on her face and a tear streaming down Diane's cheek) The house where we were suppose to grow old together. stupid dream.huh?

Diane: (puts on a sad smile when realizing that she had had the same dream) No Sam, not at all.I-

Sam: Before you say anything else, whatever you do don't apologies, I mean I guess it was never meant to be, but the truth is I did try to have a child with Rebecca, you remember Rebecca don't you?

Diane: (the sentence had caught her a little off guard and she looked a little bit surprise, plus she was amazed at how well he knew her, and knew that she was going to try to apologies) Um.. yes. I think so.wait, isn't she that friend of yours that pretended to be your wife when I came back?

Sam: (chuckles a little bit) Yea, that was becky alright, w-

Diane: (puts on a strange look on her face, it's not really and angry look, it's more of a betrayed, estranged, and well jealous look) I thought you two were friends. I can't imagine how serious you must have been with her to try and impregnate her.

Sam: (comes over and kind of hugs her) Oh no honey, it wasn't anything like that! We weren't a couple.

Diane: (now looks extremely confused) What?

Sam: No, see me and Rebecca are really close friends, I mean we almost did try to go out at one point but it didn't really work out. You could say that we are each others or were each others support system, every time a relationship with her went wrong she'd call me drunk or just messed up and I'd go try and sober her up and help her. She was one of the ones that encouraged me to go to my weekly sexaholic meetings. And well that was a time when we were both depressed and really had nothing going for us. So we tried to have a kid, to see if that would complete our lives but she never got pregnant. (smiles a little bit) she always blamed that part on me, (slightly chuckles) but I guess I proved her wrong.

Diane: (laughs a little bit too) Yes, I guess you did.

Sam: But then we both realized that even though we were good friends, we couldn't have given that child a good home. So we stopped, and Rebecca eventually found Don, and I guess that was about the time you showed up (just kind of blankly stares at her).

Diane: Sam, I am going to go and get Elizabeth now, maybe it will be easier for you without an audience. So I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

Sam: Yeah, that's a great idea. (Sits down on the couch and watches Diane walk out into the bar).

(Diane walks into the Bar Norm is sitting in his stool drinking beer, cliff is still talking to woody about God knows what, Carla after waking up is behind the bar filling a mug with beer, and Rebecca has come in and is sitting in the seat where Diane use to sit when she read looking through the cigar box)

Diane: (smiles and puts her hand on Norms shoulder) Hello Norman! How are you?

Norm: (turns around recognizes who's talking to him and smiles too) Hey Diane! I'm gr- (they both are startled when they here a crash, and then they realize it was Carla dropping the mugs).

Carla: It's ok, I'm ok. smiles, hello Diane.. (grinds her teeth)

Rebecca: Carla what is wrong with you today? This is the third glass you've broken today!

Carla: I'm fine Rebecca, Rebecca you remember Diane, Diane you remember Rebecca.

Diane: Yes, Hello.

Rebecca: Hi, when did you get in? (walks over to Diane, from the stool)

Carla: Excuse me I have to go dip my head in boiling hot oil, and submerge my tongue in acid.

Diane: Oh Carla really, do we have to go through with all of this every time you see me? Whatever happened to the good old days when insulting my body and intellect were enough?

Carla: Did you put too much peroxide in your hair?! I haven't insulted you in over 15 years and I'm not about to start now!!

Diane: (Smiles when she hears the familiar peroxide remark) thank you Carla.

Carla: Oh, blech!! (starts walking back and forth behind the bar) I have to punish my tongue!!! Runs over to the bar flap and closes it on her tongue. (both Diane and Rebecca grimace and cover their eyes)

Rebecca: Carla! Stop it, don't you have customers to wait on or at least insult?

Carla: As a matter a fact I do have a little girl over there that I was suppose to bring a soda to a half an hour ago, (glares at Diane) but something stopped me.

Diane: What little girl?

Carla: (looks up towards the booth next to Tecumseh) over there next to the Indian.

(Diane is about to say "that's my daughter" but decides not to and instead waits to see what happens. There is no way in knowing how Carla would react)

Rebecca: What is a little girl doing in a bar at midday?

Carla: She says she was waiting for her mom, hmm.. but I guess her mom never came in. Here let me call her to see what's going on.

(Throughout all of this Norm's head is just moving back and forth as the conversation goes on, and Diane is standing next to him with Rebecca next to her. Diane has a knowing smile on her face.)

Carla: Elizabeth! Elizabeth! (The little girl who was coloring something on the table looks up) Could you come here for a second?

(Elizabeth gets up and starts walking towards the bar, but then sees who's on the other end of the bar)

Elizabeth: (happily running) Mommy! Mommy!

(gets to Diane and gives her a hug)

Diane: (hugs her back) Hi baby, were you a good girl?

Elizabeth: Yes Mommy I was, ask Carla! (who is now looking at them in horror)

(Diane looks at Carla, who slightly nods, and still has a look of horror on her face and is virtually speechless)

Elizabeth: Can we go out to Ice-cream now mommy? Can we please, please, please?

Diane: Not just yet sweetheart first I want you to meet someone.