Sam: Say, hi, honey. Um, Fras and I were just talking about how sorry we feel about you.
Rebecca: Why is that, Sam?
Sam: Well, it's just that you're always stuck in your office, you know, worrying about losses and profits and career moves, while we're out here having fascinating, fun-filled conversations about things like, well, like sexual stimuluses. By the way, do you have, do you have one of those?
Rebecca: Well, I am driven to a sexual frenzy by people who mind their own business.
Sam: No, no, really, listen. You know, it's not like I'm going to do anything with it or anything.
Rebecca: Okay, I'll be honest with you. I do have one and I'll give you a hint.
Sam: A hint? Great, why?
Rebecca: Because you'll never get it. And I mean that in every sense of the word. It's a song.
Sam: That's it? It's a song?
Rebecca: Mm-hmm. One little tiny song that turned my knees to butter when I was a teenager and still does. Good luck, Sam. The clock is ticking. Name that tune.