Sam: [on the phone] Well, that cute little dimple? Well, I think I still got it. It's kind of hard for me to see back there. [laughs] [Rebecca enters her office] Um, Renee, I'm going to have to get back to you. Yeah, bye-bye. [Sam switches line] Uh, Linda, sweetheart, uh, can we continue this over lunch? Well, um, your place. Don't cook. [laughs and hangs up]
Rebecca: Let me guess. Personal call?
Sam: Very. [winks]
Rebecca: Malone, I find winking really smarmy.
Sam: Yeah, but beneath this smarm is a lot of charm, and I think you know that.
Rebecca: I know this: I want you out of my office now.
Sam: All right, all right. I'm sorry. I know I'm not supposed to get personal calls here, but what the hey, you know; super-strength Sammy has been off the shelves now for over a year, there's a lot of pent-up demand out there. What can I say?
Rebecca: Say, "l'd better get back to work. I don't want to get fired."
Sam: You're cute when you're humorless. Did you know that?
Rebecca: [answers phone] Cheers. No, Simone, I'm sorry.
Sam: [whispers] Simone? Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Rebecca: Sam's working. Try him later at home. Well, then, perhaps on your next visit to the States.
Sam: Simone? Man, you just cost me a roll in the hay.
Rebecca: I owe you one.
Sam: You're on.
Rebecca: I didn't mean that. Wait a minute. I think we need to get something...