Rebecca: Buster, did you hear that? Calm down. Probably wasn't anything. It was probably just a tree branch against the window. Or Leatherface. [lights go off] Oh, God! Oh, God! [thumping] Oh, God, Buster. He's at the front door. [Buster whines and retreats] Good dog.
[As Rebecca slides a chair in front of the door, Sam sneaks in the back. When Rebecca goes to block the door with a table, Sam helps her pick it up]
Rebecca: Thank you.
Sam: You're welcome.
Rebecca: [screams]