Rebecca: [on the phone] Sam, we're over here at Carla's, but things aren't going very well. I thought that maybe you guys could come over and crash the party. You know, something to shake things up a little bit? I'm desperate.
Sam: Oh, really? I bet you're kind of sexy when you're desperate, huh? Breathing heavily?
Rebecca: Sam.
Sam: Is your chest heaving?
Rebecca: Sam, please.
Sam: Is your nightgown clinging to your sweat-soaked body?
Rebecca: Yes.
Sam: We're on our way.