Sam: Tragic, huh? Absolutely tragic.
Rebecca: I beg your pardon?
Sam: Oh, I just couldn't help thinking about Norm's basement.
Rebecca: Yes?
Sam: Well, it's not just, you know, the water filling up. You know, it's those photo albums, those old letters. Cherished mementos, you know, ru-ruined for [weepy] Oh, I'm sorry. Ooh, boy. Oh, this is embarrassing. l- l'm sorry. I just, uh... [sniffles] I can't help feeling this way ever since my dog, Lucky, died.
Rebecca: Something is going on here. I'm not exactly sure what it is. Could it be that you're jerking me around?
Sam: Okay, uh... [clears throat] I'm sorry. It's just that there's a rumor going around the bar that you've got this soft side, and I just thought I'd like to see it for myself. Maybe get to know you better. I guess I ought to just...
Rebecca: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I want to get this straight. You came over here on your day off to paint my living room in hopes of getting to know me better?
Sam: Pretty silly, huh?
Rebecca: What'd you want to know? [Sam goes to leave] Well? [Sam turns back]
Sam: Um, I'm thinking. I- I didn't think I was gonna get this far.