Sam: You're not doing this out of pity, are you?
Rebecca: Pity?
Sam: Well, yeah. I I can't take this job if it's just pity.
Rebecca: It's not just pity. There are other things.
Sam: Oh. Well, good. Like what?
Rebecca: Like... It's pity.
Sam: Just pity?
Rebecca: Just pity.
Sam: No respect?
Rebecca: No.
Sam: No personal value? [Rebecca shakes her head] Do you like my shirt?
Rebecca: Actually, that's a great shirt.
Sam: Well, you know what they say. Uh, pity and a nice shirt, and the world's your oyster, huh?