Rebecca: Just keep your stupid mouth shut and smile. We're engaged.
Sam: Oh. Great. Well, let's begin the honeymoon.
Rebecca: Sam, we're not actually getting married.
Sam: Well, that's even better. I can enjoy the honeymoon.
Rebecca: Come on, Sam. It's just a way to get Martin off my back.
Sam: Oh, dear you mean the problem-free relationship suddenly developed a glitch?
Rebecca: I can't very well tell the future president of the corporation no. I'd never work again. Please, Sam, just help me out here just until Martin gets over me. [Sam sighs] Come on.
Sam: Oh, I don't know. You know, if I go along with this, will you go to bed with me?
Rebecca: Let's put it this way. If you don't go along with this, I will never go to bed with you.
Sam: Wait. All right. So, in other words, if I don't... No. Wait, wait. That means if you... All right, this is me, this is you, this is the bed.
Rebecca: Sam, just do it.