Rebecca: Sam... May I speak with you over here privately a second?
Sam: Sure. Think we'll get any snow?
Rebecca: You germ.
Sam: What?
Rebecca: You insect. I cannot believe you slept with Alice Anne Volkman. And how could you take advantage of a lonely older woman like that?
Sam: Oh, sweetheart, when the lights go out, everybody's the same age, and nobody's lonely.
Rebecca: I cannot believe you made my mentor, my idol, just another notch on your bedpost.
Sam: Hey, hey. That's not true. I don't have a bedpost, which you'd know if you'd ever had the decency to come to my bedroom.
Rebecca: Oh, this is my fault. I never should have brought her here. All I ever wanted to do was impress the woman.
Sam: Well, I got some good news for you. First thing she said after she put out her cigarette was, "Hey, Sam, you're very impressive."