Sam: All right. Yeah. Maybe I am disappointed. I thought we'd be cool together. We'd go out for a while, do stuff. Ah, but what the hell, you know? We'd probably end up not liking each other's stuff. You'd have to do my stuff for a while and I'd do your stuff, and our stuff would get all mixed up. [chuckles] It saves us a lot of aggravation.
Rebecca: Yeah.
Sam: I'm very happy for you.
Rebecca: Thanks.
Sam: Let's go eat.
Rebecca: OK.
Sam: Do me one favor, though, will you?
Rebecca: Sure. What is it?
Sam: Go to bed with me.
Rebecca: Oh, Sam, you never stop.
Sam: Oh, I'm sorry. It's in my genes.
Rebecca: And that's where it's going to stay.