Sam: All right, fine. I'll call the police. They'll get us out.
Rebecca: We happen to be in the apartment, illegally, of one of the richest men in the world.
Sam: Well, so he'll vouch for us.
Rebecca: Yes. He may vouch for me after he dumps me, laughs at me, and never wants to see me again. You, he will leave rotting in jail, where you and your pretty boy features will be traded nightly for a pack of menthols.
Sam: Well, I hate to see you get dumped.