Rachel: Listen, I have got an 18-hour layover, and I'm not the least bit sleepy. How'd you like to help me kill some time?
Sam: Listen, what, um... Actually, I hear, uh, movies are good for that kind of thing. Why don't you, uh... Why don't you take in about two or three right in a row, there?
Rachel: I know - smell. I'm wearing that perfume that always drove you so crazy.
Sam: Oh, Devastation, huh? Uh... Actually, I got this, uh, this head cold. Uh, I wouldn't want you to catch it. Um, I'm sorry, uh what do you say, some other time, huh?
Rachel: Well, okay. Oh, Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Rachel: A friend of mine snapped this of me on a beach in Ipanema. I thought you might like a copy.
Sam: Oh. Would you excuse me just for a minute here? [to the heavens] Look at this! I mean, this is not fair. I mean, I'm going for it. It's- It's not like I'm murdering anybody. l- l'm just going to bring a great deal of pleasure to two people. So, if in Your, uh, infinite wisdom, You feel You have to smite me down, then please make it quick and painless. And if You could give me about three hours, I'd appreciate it.